#god i realllly hope i can get her into it i NEED to talk about chip

[chip-and-the-bastards]

I AM SO HYPED I COULD POTENTIALLY CONVINCE MY SISTER TO LISTEN TO JRWI RIPTIDE LETS GOOO!!!!!

[rainbowdaisy13]

TTPD The Anthology Summary Part 1 *IMO*

This is viewed through a queer lens because I believe she is fucking done playing nice so now she’s throwing it in our faces—FUCKING SEE ME

1) Fortnight—

I was supposed to be sent away but they forgot to come and get me/I was a functioning alcoholic till nobody noticed my new aesthetic

*MIGHTY GOD we start right out the gate sad as hell—no one noticed her queer flagging both quiet and loud and that pushed her from being a functioning alcoholic to a not functioning one. She then says to the fans who refused to acknowledge her truth “I hope that you’re ok but you’re the reason” FOR ME BEING INSANE

*Mentioning wanting to kill people that’s a first and I love it

*I love you it’s ruining my life OUCH 🤕 yes that sounds like something straight people deal with 😑

2) TTPD-

*I’m sorry I can’t remember what mutual said this, but I love love this as coming from Karlie’s perspective. It absolutely fits. She ground Taylor in a way no one else can

*First mention of suicide—both can’t live without the other

*Were crazy—owning the demons together

*The wedding ring line—GOD

3) MBOBHFT—

*I see this one as Taylor viewing herself as a commodity, also as someone who is broken and needs to be fixed so that she remains lovable. It also gives me Cardigan vibes without the redemption arc

4) Down Bad—

*Love this Alien Abduction theme. Melody is even spacey sounding. The entire song uses alien motifs and I adore it. Fave line “they’ll say I’m nuts if I talk about the existence of you” Brilliant 👽 Also the concept of an Out of this World Love

5) So Long London—

*Cool opening—beautiful when they layer her own voice

How much sad did you think I had in me? 😫

*I see this song as a My Tears Ricochet 2. Taylor giving all her youth to someone for free. You say I abandon the ship but I was going down with it—I truly believe she tried and begged them to let her come out for years and she was always shot down—2 graves 1 gun, more murder imagery

*So Long London, so long Big Machine

6) BDILH—

Absolutely beautiful and heartbreaking song

These people only raise you to cage you 😫

*Sarahs and Hannahs/braided hair/church/Elders making decisions—giving cult/LDS vibes

Stay away from her -Elders are yelling this—to who? Taylor? So Taylor needs to stay away from HER interesting

*Shed rather burn it all down than listen to them complain about her sexuality and how it impacts them

My good name, it’s mine alone to disgrace —absolutely shots fired at Scott Swift

*Soliloquies line is incredible—“I’ll never see” is such a burn 😆

*This isn’t a phase, this is who she is!!

*YOU AINT GOTTA PRAY FOR ME!! GET THEM ALL BITCH—SHOW THEIR ASSES

*This is my choice!!

GET 👏🏼 THEM 👏🏼 ALL

NO YOU CANT COME TO THE WEDDING PERIOD

7) FOTS—

*Pretty Baby, much like Babydoll is reserved for women and gay men and theys and thems. We don’t call straight men this 😒

*Fresh out the slammer—realllly trying to get these idiots to understand that she’s felt jailed /caged/trapped

My friends…Watch me daily disappearing 😫 fuck

Wearing Imaginary rings 😫😫😫 Says hello to paper rings says hello to imaginary lockets

*It’s gonna be alright she did her time!! 🥹

8) FLORIDA!!!—

I adore this song—my second fave on the album and absolute fucking banger. So glad Florence agreed to this they makes an amazing duo vocally—main vibes—Florida is the place Taylor wants to go to fucking escape the mess she lives in day to day. Anything goes, everyone is there hiding from something—the law, family, winter—nothing is too weird or unaccepted—and a certain someone has a house there 😎

My friends all smell like weed or little babies 😆

Florence’s verse is chefs kiss—Earl had to die vibes, watching bodies sink into the swamp, just full on misandry I LOVE IT—is that a bad thing to say in a song?? 😆 GET THEM ALL

Also I bet this song made Swifties uncomfortable 😆

FUCK ME UP FLORIDA 🤘🏼🤘🏿🤘🏾

9) Guilty as sin?

The Gay Longing/Gay Sex Song

*Another* suicide reference—but she’s just joking right swifities?

👀

No no that’s fine she just described an orgasm and if she’s not touching the person, let’s assume the pic below ⬇️ is like HEY THIS IS THE SEX IM SPEAKING ABOUT—it’s very much giving The Man pose for getting dome👀

And then the Jesus reference is just chefs kiss—gay sex is seen as sin and unholy by idiots and she said ok then bitch, what if I tell you the sex is so good we ARE what’s holy??

👀

She literally said messy top lip kiss and got away with it like 😆😆😆😆😆😆😆

10) WAOLOM—

I just……this may be my favorite song of hers ever. It’s absolutely incredible in its intensity, rawness, and truth as well as being a banger

Every lyric screams her pain

My bare hands paved their path/you don’t get to tell me about sad/ If you wanted me dead you should’ve just said

I leap from the gallows and I levitate down your street —Witch Imagery again!!

WHOSE AFRAID OF LITTLE OLD ME

👹YOU SHOULD BE 👹

Shots fired again at Scott Swift!! Let’s hear one more joke—they mocked her pain because they truly thought they could convince her she wasn’t gay 🫥

GODDDD 😫

Put narcotics into all of my songs—“a drug or other substance that affects mood or behavior and is consumed for nonmedical purposes, especially one sold illegally—a drug that relieves pain and induces drowsiness, stupor, or insensibility”

SHE SAID I HAVE TO USE MALE PRONOUNS AND FAKE REFERENCES TO MEN IN MY LYRICS SO YOU IDIOTS STAY STUPID AND HAPPY

and that’s why you’re still singing along 😎

Just WOW

Brilliant and Heartbreaking and RAW

🤍🤍🤍 We love you Girl 🤍🤍🤍

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

how or when do sp characters sleep

My DUDE these are pretty much overarching takes but since u just commented on an OrangeJuiceVerse post I’m ESPECIALLY thinkin ojv on these! So I’m doin the Star Seven

Stan falls asleep anywhere anytime. Always. One of those people that climb in bed and are lights out within two seconds. Lucky bastard. He’ll sleep in a car, on a floor, couch, wherever; if he’s tired he’s sleeping and it doesn’t matter where. He may stay up late sometimes with his online dnd group but when everyone logs off he’s Out the moment his head hits the pillow. And he is such a deep sleeper too. Just laid out like a log and needs to be aggressively shaken awake. He’s a realllly good pillow bc he doesn’t move tho.

Kyle is the exact opposite. I’m not gonna say he’s high maintenance, but he’s kinda particular with sleeping conditions. The fan has to be going, it has to be dark, he can’t sleep in socks, there’s gotta be a water bottle in reach, ya know. Also if we are talking OJV, he won’t complain if, like, he’s staying the night on someone’s foldout couch, but he has chronic pain bc he never got proper treatment for an injury in high school, so he has trouble getting comfortable when his knee is bothering him. And!!! In general his mind is so active and he has so much trouble getting it to quiet down enough to sleep, he’s tossing and turning forever, gets too warm, sleeps half out of the blanket, a mess. Wakes up at the drop of a hat, the wind blows too loud outside and he’s awake again. He feels guilty napping during the day, so that only happens when he’s not feeling well.

Kenny, 80% of the time, is like Stan, dead to the world when he’s asleep, but he’s too damn instinctual for his own good and if anyone or anything feels off to him during the day, he can’t fall asleep that night. He’s very much a guy who sleeps curled up on his side, and comfort doesn’t matter a whole lot to him. He has awful dreams frequently though, and sleep paralysis gets him a lot, which sucks when he’s sleeping heavily bc it’s really hard to wake up. Marj can usually sense times like that in the same way she senses his Curse, so she can wake him up to get him out of it.

Marjorine is a pretty normal sleeper, like 10-15 minutes of imagining her mental story (she ain’t alone in the pre sleep scenario I do that always) and she’s drifting off, she’s a cuddly sleeper for sure, which is awesome bc Kenny’s a GREAT little spoon, and if Kenny isn’t there she’s hugging a pillow.

Tweek dear god he is the worst sleeper on the planet. He goes to bed super early most of the time, only to wake up an hour later with no hope of falling asleep again. Like he’ll sleep from around 7-9, be awake until 5, sleep for another hour or so, and then it’s daytime so he can’t sleep bc he’s worried something bad will happen while he’s out. (Btw I am fully pulling Tweek sleep headcanons from myself I am an awful sleeper) He OCCASIONALLY naps, but only by accident. If he tries to take a nap during the day on purpose, he can’t, but when he doesn’t want to, that’s when he gets the best sleep. He has AWFUL dream like his nightmares are so vivid and terrifying and sometimes even prophetic. Even the dreams that aren’t scary are so clear that he’s left confused about if they were real. The scary visions and sleep paralysis are a lot of the reason he’s so paranoid and when it’s been a few days since he’s gotten sleep? The hallucinations dude holy shit.

Craig is kind of a night owl, and he really isn’t a morning person, but once he goes to bed, he’s asleep pretty fast. And he really isn’t picky about where he sleeps or what time it is, he just sleeps. He rarely has dreams that are jarring enough to remember, and while he usually hits the snooze button a few times, he can wake up relatively quickly. Not a napper at ALL this man thrives on routine and consistency. He hardly ever wakes up in the night once he’s out, even with Tweek thrashing around trying to get comfortable beside him lmfao

Cartman. I don’t have a whole lot to say on his sleep habits really, other than he’s out here in one of those eyemasks and a sleep noise playlist going lmaoooo he got the oil diffuser drifting lavender mist into the air and all that. He wakes up to an alarm programmed to play soft music with birds gently chirping bc he likes to feel like a Disney princess in the mornings. Lmfao he’s so unserious I love ojverse cartman

THANK YOU FOR ASKING THIS!!! I had fun thinkin abt it and projecting onto Tweek lol rip gotta love the gnomes

[wykwryt]

ok things i know they have to preserve in the new game

the rougelike genre obv and with it the boons system (we straight up saw nova strike in there and dash, attack, special, and cast magick are still here as are status effects and basically just all of that stuff) edit 2: okay wait actually upon reevaluating casts and magick are not the same thing, cast is still a thing we just also have magick. so all the same stuff plus being a witch!!!!!!!!! i wonder what we can do with that... what buttons would we even press.... wait maybe it's more like a god gauge. yeah that'd make sense. maybe we don't quite get godly summons like zagreus did because we're a disciple of hecate but there's something else we can do as a result?????? gah too many theories.

some kind of home base with plot progression and stuff after death

probably a three tiered + bonus level design. i wonder if the bonus will operate differently than the temple, that’s totally a thing they could completely change

keepsakes????????????????????? there must be something like them but they’re such a zag thing to have what with his whole god of bonds and blood thing (god i fucking loved that i love this game so much)

i wonder about the mirror. i think mel in the myths is one of nyx’s kids although obv not here. i think a canon aspect of zag was always tied with hades but i don’t think that’s the case for mel. man that’s funny, he thought he was nyx’s kid but actually wasn’t and she’s not but actually is. idk ignore me i’m babbling. anyways the mirror. i hope nyx is there actually she seems like a good character to keep her role as it was. i really hope we see chaos too i love them. they also provided such a unique boon service, they must come back as is.

FISHING MINI GAME HELLO

oh hey what about the house upgrades? home base will need to be important enough to have that kind of customization make sense. at this point i’m thinking we’re simply going to be in the house of hades for all this. maybe we’re doing repairs again from the damage of whatever kidnapped hades (ha). or maybe they do get rid of this entirely? it’d be a loss of a whole way to spend currency though.

the codex. bet hecate gives it to her maybe. see this is the weird thing to be because it seems like she is to mel as achilles is to zag but unlike him she’s an important character to the main plot.

different weapons for different play styles. we saw her blades already what else? (please give her a sword swords are cool. i feel like her daggers will prolly operate a lil bit like the fists. fists and sword are my faves <3) something to strengthen the weapons too like the aspects (i hope there’s one like the shield of chaos that talks to you but that’s just me) edit 3: ok the trailer shows just the daggers and what seems like a magic staff. i'd say the magic staff could be comparable to the spear but the spear doesn't do magic. there's a lil thrust action but it's all obviously spells. realllly wondering how the magick works because there's way more than just an attack and special here, she's got so many spells. too little here to really tell but it looks like the big difference between the daggers and the staff is the daggers involve more mobile magic and attacks while the staff seems more stationary but with bigger magic effects not to mention all the area attacks. there's no way we can't do magic without the staff so maybe the spells in our inventory are different depending on what weapon we choose. so far the staff looks significantly more powerful than the daggers, i wonder how they'll balance this stuff out. and other weapons???? oh hey wait i bet the spells are dependent on the weapon aspects or whatever they'll be called in this game. yeah okay that seems like it lines up.

bosses. i know this is obvious but i’m giving it a bullet because now i’m wondering who they are. they wouldn’t be any of the underworld staff probably so. wait actually who are the enemies we’re fighting in the first place if not dad’s employees?? so much of this hinges on whether we’re actually in the underworld or not. if we’re dealing with kronos then maybe we’re fighting to go down deeper into tartarus rather than up and out? the game reveal still makes it look like we’re above ground though…

replayability!!! for the three dozenth time idk what to think about this because i have no idea what the story will be like. i repeat, family or fight? and what would keep mel continuously doing the dungeons past the end of the main plot the way zag does it as official head of security?

ayo wait can we have skelly back? please he has to, we need a practice dummy room and there’s no reason to invent a new character when he’s right there. yeah no way they’re gonna get rid of skelly.

speaking of iconic characters… eurydice? need a new iconic ashley barrett song (as well as both her and darren korb song?) yeah ok whatever songs there are they’ll probably be attributed to eurydice and orpheus in game even if the characters themselves aren’t in there. wonder if we’ll be able to buy and collect the soundtrack… OH MY GOD A NEW SOUNDTRACK HOLY SHIT. I MEAN THEY’LL PROBABLY KEEP SOME ICONIC SOUNDS LIKE WHAT WAS IN THE REVEAL TRAILER BUT HOT DAMN NEW MUSIC WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

bonds and something to forge them with. she may not be zag but nectar and the like must still be a thing. (heyyyy any romancable characters?? the dora shade looked interested)

ok the more i keep thinking about this and trying to discern the shape of the new game and add more bullets the more i just end up tracing the original so things that could be different? :

like previously stated, the mechanics of the final level (the temple of styx in the original) edit 4: ok it would be so sick if the bonus level is zagreus boss fight where they slowly bond and then eventually zagreus trusts her and they get along and then they keep doing the fights for fun like in the og after the main plot is over

something is probably going to replace keepsakes. idk how but it’s such a specific thing and very specifically relevant to zagreus’s characterization, this’ll prolly change

the currencies

special rooms like shops and characters. moros and dora’s rooms looked like these although who knows how they function. also the timed rooms and than rooms (very curious if he’ll show up what with the whole time and death thing being the big things in this game edit 1.5: ZAG THAN ROOM).

EDIT: CERBERUS PETS??? where would i be without giving cerberus pets every run? absolutely wild that petting him 10 times was a rare achievement, you guys suck at playing this game.

[shhhlikeme]

Hiiii! I have a request! So if you write for tanaka, can you do one with the reader being really smart and getting pestered by the third years to tutor tanaka. So she does and he catches feeling ( so does she ) but,,,, can it somehow lead to them kissing ( maybe making out 😳 ). Sorry if this is confusing. Love your writing so far btw😘😘

Tanaka x Uber Intelligent Tutor 🤓🔥

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Thank you sooo much! So I actually added yours with another request I received because it’s uncanny how similar they are.

This is the other request in my inbox that will remain anon: hey im kinda shy about sending asks without anon on so if you could write something about the reader being really smart and having a crush on (doesn't matter who but i guess just one of the guys that need help in canon) and getting assigned to tutor them, I would absolutely love you forever 💙

I hope you both enjoy it!!!!

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Tanaka was going to kill his best friend Nishinoya.

At the moment, he was whispering all of the evil ways he was going to kill him for this.

Tanaka was hiding in his sister Saeko’s bathroom on the opposite end of his house. He had checked that he was alone twice before shutting the door and instantly dialing his libero friend’s number on FaceTime. He was going to kill him.

Back at Nishinoya’s house, he was bubbling over in laughter in his room at his friend’s expense. He kicked up his feet onto the wooden table in front of him that his mom always yells at him for putting his feet on.

“Now, Now, Ryu.....you and I both know that death by your teddy bear is not even possible.” He smiled that wide smile that took up his whole face.

Tanaka growled, “Wanna bet?!”

Ok, sure, granted. Maybe Nishinoya should have warned his best friend that the person the 3rd years convinced to tutor him was Y/N......one of the most gorgeous girls in school.....so that Tanaka could have been better equipped for their study sessions......but where was the fun in that?

“I told you that [Your Last Name] was your tutor. I didn’t lie!”

Tanaka settled down a bit because Nishi was right. He did say that [Your Last Name] would be his tutor. But that didn’t make him any less of a little shit. Because Nishinoya knew Tanaka well enough to know that he would hear that last name and think of Y/N’s little brother who was in their year. It would make more sense for that butt-wad of a hall monitor to be his tutor over his nerdy-hottie of an older sister. She isn’t even in our year!

Nishinoya explained that in his defense, he didn’t know either, until he eavesdropped on his upperclassmen’s conversation with the beautiful merit scholar. And no Nishinoya was totally not skipping class to see where Kiyoko was heading stalker ass

Flashback ———-

You held your books close to your chest as your fellow classmates Asahi, Sugawara, Daichi, and Kiyoko surrounded you at your locker.

“It would be just this once.” Daichi explained desperately.

“Is there anything we can do to repay you? Have an aunt that needs help moving?” Sugawara chirped.

Asahi nodded. “We could do your homework.....while you help him? Please.” The tallest boy smiled.

You moved away from the three boys because they were unknowingly crowding your claustrophobic self. You could feel a panic coming on and you really wished you were back in the library with your books.

Kiyoko stretched her hand in front of the 3 boys and hissed at them to step back and give you space in her sweet but monotone voice. They did so immediately and you caught your breath. Kiyoko was so nice! She was great at corralling those volleyball boys it was almost admirable. They were quite the bunch.

Kiyoko gave you a sweet smile as she turned her gaze to you. She explained to you sweetly that Tanaka, one of Karasuno’s starting wing spikers, was about to fail Biology and since you were a student teacher in another Biology class for the second years you’d be a perfect tutor for him. If you had time. She added that they would realllly appreciate it.

Tanaka? You thought to yourself. You vaguely remember hearing your little brother complain at the dinner table about the amount of hall passes he had to give to this shaved-head boy named Tanaka. Yes, and that he was on the volleyball team. So that must be him.

As you began to recall the face, you definitely recalled the body. This one time you were leaving school from grading papers and the team ran by you. The only shirtless one caught your eye, because he was lean and all muscle. You had to hide your drool behind one of your books and scurry home before you jumped on his back for a piggyback ride.

You were smart .... not a horny-less teenage girl

Snapping you out of your head, Kiyoko took your hands between both of hers and asked if you could “pretty please” help him because they needed him in the next game.

Sugawara couldn’t resist but say yes to Kiyoko’s “pretty please” and Daichi pestered him because obviously the beautiful Kiyoko wasn’t talking to him!

Stunned, you nodded. You did have the time. And you wanted to help. You were a student teacher for the subject anyway, so what’s one more student right? Asahi, Daichi, and Suga have been so sweet to you during your 3 years with them and who could say no to Kiyoko anyway?

You agreed. And just like that the following Saturday you headed over to Tanaka’s house for tutoring.

End of Flashback ———-

When Tanaka opened the door, looking like a slob because he couldn’t care less what his enemy hall monitor thought of his looks— his jaw dropped to the FLOOOOOOR

A stuttering mess, he asked you what you were doing here.

You shook the stack of biology books in your hand in front of his face to remind him and you blushed.

He looked homeless and cute to you!

He slapped his forehead with his hand and moved so you could come in.

Tanaka awkwardly made you wait outside his shut bedroom door while he rummaged through everything and cleaned to the best of his ability at “rolling thunder” speed, stuffing everything into his closet and using all his strength to push it closed. He sprayed a few spritz of his favourite cologne around the room before he swung the door back open and tried to play it cool.

“Uhh, sorry about that — I had to....uh....study.”

You laughed. “Study? Without me? Isn’t that why I’m here?” You pushed the books into his chest for him to hold as you walked into the room.

Tanaka rushed to reason. “It’s always good to study.....before......you....study. It’s like stretching before a volleyball game right? Ha-ha.”

You stifled a giggle.

He rubbed the back of his head. “I think saw it on Dr. Phil or something.” He finished.

You threw your head back and laughed even harder. Tanaka cursed himself and Nishinoya in his mind for leading him to embarrass himself like this. Once he was done that he couldn’t help but admire how whimsical your laugh was. Fuck....were you gorgeous as ever. You had that prestigious type of beauty, in which he knew you were his Senpai and soooo far out of his league but you were talking to him and it made him sweat. Also, he could very well be sweating because you were wearing a v-neck blouse and your boobs were bouncing with you as you giggled. Oh, God. Tanaka bit his bottom lip.

Excusing himself to shower, (because he wasn’t going to if it was your brother here) he grabbed his towel and made a swift exit before he sported a hard on.

How the FUCK was he going to study with Hottie-McSmarty Pants...Ette in his room ?!?!

Once he locked himself in his sister’s bathroom .... he called to threaten Nishinoya’s life and hung up on him when Nishi reminded him that Y/N tied with Kiyoko on the second years “Hot Girl List” in the boys’ bathroom. He didn’t want to be reminded of that fact when she was steps away and his Libero knew that.

Frustrated, Tanaka took a very fast and very cold shower before returning to his room.

Upon return, you looked up as he walked in and instinctively licked your lips. He only had a towel wrapped around his waist and drops of water were running down his abs slowly. Is this guy really only in second year?! With muscles like that......

“Sorry.” Tanaka snapped as he quickly grabbed some clothes and left to change in his sisters empty room. He didn’t dare look at you out of embarrassment so he didn’t catch you ogling.

3 hours into the study session, Tanaka began wishing that he did do something in the shower to ease his hormones instead of merely opting for a cold one.

You were so hot and so smart which only added to your hotness even more and you smelled good which ALSO added to your hotness even more and you kept leaning over him from behind to explain things and Tanaka couldn’t breathe. He was, however, understanding everything you were teaching him.

You both continued these tutor sessions for the next few weeks, meeting every Saturday for most of the day. Tanaka found you to be more than just good looks and brains. The fact that you could run circles around intellects twice your age turned him on, yes, but he also found you witty, kind, and funny and that laugh of yours was something he wished he could program into his phone as his ringtone. He was crushing big time.

And I mean......you were crushing too, as much as you tried to deny it. He was the funniest person on the planet and he was so protective of you and you definitely wanted to confess to him before you graduate and leave for College

One Saturday when you came over you had shut up Tanaka’s school work complaints because apparently he heard from Dr. Phil that studying is bad for your health - you gave Tanaka a practice quiz to he had to gauge his progress. As he began, you collapsed on your back on his bed, letting out a big sigh and whispering to him how comfortable his bed is.

Tanaka gasped quietly. HOT SMART CRUSH ON HIS BED ?! HOT SMART CRUSH COMPLIMENTING HIM ON HIS BED ?! This can’t be.

He tried his best to turn away and focus on his quiz that you gave him but he just couldn’t. Yes, his hormones were acting up but his heart was beating more. He wanted you to sleepover and not even do anything physical. He just wanted you here, in his room, by his side, forever.

Baby boy is in looo-

You closed your eyes on the bed and basked in the scent of him that his bed captured. You were so happy just smelling him and being here. You imagine yourself sleeping in his bed overnight, imagining his strong arms holding you close to his shirtless chest and your breath hitched.

At least you thought it did.

But that wasn’t your breath. Not at all.

You quickly opened your eyes to see that Tanaka has transported on to the bed beside you, his face hovering over yours. Why wasn’t he breathing? He was just looking at you with adoring eyes as if you were the most gentle and precious thing in the world. “Ryūnosuke... what are you-“

“I’ll do the stupid test, teach....” His eyes softened as he leaned in just a little bit closer. “Just let me look at you....” He whispered to himself as his beautiful eyes scanned every part of your face.

Neither of you said anything as you stared at each other. You wanted him closer. You wanted him much closer. And although you had much more knowledge on cell duplication than romance (you hadn’t even kissed a boy yet), you used your social intelligence to read the moment and you dared a glance at his lips.

Tanaka a.k.a the VERY LOST self proclaimed babe lover—- bless his heart, did not take the hint.

So you had to be obvious.

“Tanaka...?” You called.

“Hm?”

“Screw. The. Test.”

Even though you found it sweet that he didn’t make a move, and that he in fact did just want to look at you, you lifted your head up from off the bed just a bit so that your lips met with his.

Tanaka was shocked for a second but quickly regained his footing. He immediately sighed into the kiss and kissed you passionately. So passionately you were dizzy within the first 4 seconds. He asked for entrance and you opened your mouth to let his gracious tongue in. He skillfully French kissed you until you forgot your own name. He was undoubtedly an incredible kisser. You moaned into his mouth as you two made out and in response Tanaka slowed the kiss down. In his mind, he didn’t want you to think he was trying to make you moan and get the wrong idea about him. He didn’t want you to think anything that may jeopardize this kiss and make you stop. He had no intention of stopping and he was happy as a camper just making out.

for the record, your moan did go straight to his dick 

You figured Tanaka’s objective was to help you gain your senses back but all slowing the kiss down did was make it more sensual and pleasurable for you.

Homeboy can KISSSSSSSSS

Up until now you were the tutor. You were the one in charge, you had all the answers. And just like that it only took one kiss for your relationship to surpass physical boundaries causing the roles to reverse. You followed his lead, you let him kiss you the way he wanted because it felt so damn good.

What subject were you teaching him again? You forget.

Because at the moment he was the teacher.

This was his class now...

And as Tanaka moved down to start placing the same agonizingly slow kisses on your neck..... you were hit smack in the face with the realization that class was in session.

Good thing you always enjoyed being top of the class. 

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get it? 

LOOOOL. 

[talesofstyles]

Mess Is Mine III

Guys, it’s here! Massive thank you for the realllly nice messages about the first and second part and I hope you like this one. This is the longest piece that I’ve ever written (12k!) but this is also quite possibly my favourite one so far and I hope you like it too. It’s gonna get fifty shades of grey kind of so don’t say I didn’t warn you fgshshshshshsh.

Ok but serious warning: smut. This is my first time writing smut this detail. Also labour and delivery. I don’t know if that actually requires a warning but you know just in case.

Hope you like it! Part I Part II

p.s. special thanks to nora the other baby from the group chat @theasstour for reading the smut part and getting excited with me!! love you!! fgsgsgshshsh

Four months after their first date, Harry and YN have been on countless dates. Lunch dates in between their work (this one is pretty rare because they’re both super busy during the day, but they managed to do it twice), dinners, with and without the kids, they’ve spent quite a lot of time together. They both have no idea how they could keep their relationship under the radar so far but they’re definitely thankful for it. 

It’s Friday night and Harry is taking YN out for another date night. The night is quite special for them because for the first time ever since they started dating, they’ll have the whole night just for themselves. Finn and Pippa are with their dad and Gemma has insisted to watch Anya for the night for some much-needed quality time with her niece—which is quite the perfect timing too because Michal is still away in NYC for a work trip—before the baby arrives in about three weeks.

“Y’look absolutely stunning, m’love,” Harry murmurs as he opens the taxi’s door for YN, before reaching his hand out for her to hold as she steps out from the car. He truly is a living proof that chivalry still exists.

“Thank you,” YN smiles, looking down to hide the fact that she’s blushing a little. The light is low outside but she looks down still just to be on the safe side. “You look…”

Harry chuckles as he waits patiently for YN to finish her sentence, taking her hand in his as they walk into the restaurant in Mayfair. “Okay? Fine? Good? Amazing? Shaggable?”

YN snorts at the last word and hastily stifle it. This is a posh restaurant and the guests are talking in hushed low murmurs. People are already looking at them. “Don’t make me laugh.”

The waitress shows them to the table that Harry has reserved for them, perfectly tucked away in one of the corners of the room. Neither of them has been there before, but both of them fall in love instantly with the place. The dimly lit setting of the restaurant creates a romantic atmosphere that makes it perfect for a date night. 

Onima is a slice of Greece in London, hidden by a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it door on Avery Row, right in the heart of Mayfair. YN has lived in London for years but she could probably count how many times she went to Mayfair with her fingers, and even then, she’s pretty sure that they always have something to do with James’s clients. Other than that, probably not. Why would she? It’s so completely posh.

YN still can’t look away from the man before her eyes, smiling at him as he pours some water into their glasses. He is wearing a button-up black shirt, first few buttons undone as usual (she is not complaining) paired with a light coloured trousers. The trousers have love embroidered at the bottom of one of the legs, giving it a nice little detail that she absolutely adores.

When Harry picked YN up at her home, both of them laughed at each other because they were basically wearing the same colour without even realising. The black and ivory monochrome dress that YN is wearing matches perfectly the colour of Harry’s shirt and trousers. Initially, she wanted to change before they left so they wouldn’t be all matchy, but there’s no way Harry is going to let her out of that dress before the night is over. With the way Harry gawks at her people would think that she is wearing something nuts while actually it’s just a maxi dress and the cut isn’t even that low, which means it leaves everything to the imagination. Luckily Harry has one hell of imagination.

“Ready?” YN asks him as soon as the waitress walks away from their table after bringing them the menu. Both of them have a pen and a piece of paper in front of them as well as the menu.

“In the count of three,” Harry smirks, already holding the menu so he can flip it over right away after the countdown. “One, two, three… go!” 

YN immediately grabs the grey folder in front of her, turning it over and begins scanning the words quickly and try to guess what Harry is going to order. Making a teasing remark as she does, “you’re going down, Styles.”

“Oh, I will,” Harry looks up for a second, grinning at her mischievously. “Definitely. Don’t worry about that.”

“Harry!” YN scolds him, her tone chastising. She turns scarlet at Harry’s remarks.

The man just laughs as he scribbles a few words on the page. Putting the pen down as he finishes and folds the paper neatly and put it under the grey folder. “Done.”

“Done,” YN exclaims just as the waitress arrives at their table.

“Hello,” the waitress greets them. “Are you ready to order?”

“Yes,” YN smiles at her, waiting for her to get her notepad ready before she continues. “I’d like a champagne, tempura prawns and the linguini.”

“We’ll just get a bottle of champagne,” Harry starts as she finishes writing. “and I’d like the grilled octopus and the rack of lamb.”

“Got you!” YN exclaims after the waitress walks away, pushing the piece of paper towards Harry. “Grilled octopus, rack of lamb. Ha ha. Told ya you’re going down.”

Harry’s grin widens. “You didn’t write champagne,” he starts. “Meanwhile, darlin’, I’ve got everything on this paper. Champagne, tempura and linguini.”

“When did you get so good?!” 

Harry chuckles. “I know you nearly went for that other prawns,” he begins to show off. “But then you found the tempura and you couldn’t say no to anything deep fried.”

“Alright big head,” YN retorts.

After their first date, when YN reminded him that they needed to take things slow, Harry really took that seriously. Their relationship is growing stronger each day but four months into it, things still haven’t really been physical between the two of them. YN can’t really complain because it’s what she wanted, it’s what both of them wanted actually, knowing the stake is higher because it’s not just another relationship where there are just two people. This one has five people in it, and they really don’t want to rush things just to mess things up in the end.

But this doesn’t mean that it has been easy. Especially when he’s looking like that. And she doesn’t make it easy for Harry either. During the first month, there were only heated snog sessions. Neither of them is complaining because, fuck, they’re both equally a good kisser, but all the grinding surely wasn’t enough.

Four weeks into their relationship, things finally started to get a little bit saucier. They did things to each other here and there, but somehow managed to keep the main course saved for later. Both of them know that the build up tension would make it so much better when they finally have their first night together.

They don’t say it out loud, but tonight, even in the dim light they can see clear as day that look in each other’s eyes as if it screams, “this is it!”. Dinner was amazing, but they’re definitely not staying for dinner, knowing there’s a more important matter to do.

Both of them are glad they don’t take the car, not only because so they can drink and still be responsible adults, but fuck, the second they step into the taxi and away from wandering eyes, they can’t keep their hands off each other.

After telling the driver hastily his address, Harry doesn’t think twice before hovering over her, smashing his lips against hers. She hungrily pushes back, her mouth open, tongue pushing past his clenched teeth to the moist space within. He grips her head firmly as if to keep her from escaping. He works his mouth against hers, their tongues battling back and forth like wrestlers, each trying to pin the other.

His hand slides down from her jaw to her waist, before creeping back up and resting against her breast. Squeezing it gently, causing her to let out a little whimper straight into his mouth. Then both of his hands run to the small of her back, blindly searching for the clasp of her bra. 

YN doesn’t even realise it when he’s trying to unhook her bra. Suddenly she feels the piece of clothing drops to her stomach. She wiggles a little to let it out completely, beyond grateful that she isn’t wearing a tight dress and mentally write a note in her head to pick it up before she gets off the taxi when they arrive at Harry’s place.

He finds her nipple through the dress and begins twisting it. The fabric helps to heighten the sensation, making YN groans lowly against his plump lips. He forces his tongue into her mouth when she gasps, and she shamelessly bucks her hips against his in response.

The journey from Mayfair to Harry’s home in Hampstead only takes about twenty minutes but it sure feels like forever for both of them (and God, probably even more so for the poor driver). They sigh in relief at the sight of Harry’s home, and they thank the driver nonchalantly as Harry hands him some cash. She hopes he gives the driver one hell of a tip because he deserves it. 

He unlocks the door quickly and pins her against the door right away as soon as they step inside to resume their kiss. Somehow, even with Harry’s rather dominant position, the kiss changes drastically from when they were still in the car. This time it’s less rushed, less rough and much more passionate. This is the kind of kiss that comes with total surrender. The kind of kiss that shows connection; the unfolding of one person into the other, and the seal which says that you are almost one person.

It begins with a gentle, soft touching of the lips. Both feeling one another. It’s an unhurried, sensuous joining of body and soul and complete arousal of the senses. He’s got one arm around her waist, in the small of her back. The other arm around the back of her shoulder. He’s enveloping her in a gentle, reassuring embrace.

Their lips locking together. She’s got her arms around his neck. They both know that neither of them will forget this kiss. This is certainly the kind of kiss that sears into the brain and never leave. 

“Oh, fuck!” She pulls away from the kiss abruptly, looking at Harry in horror. “I forgot my bra in the backseat!”

He smiles and glances down at her chest. Her nipples now prominent through her dress and she instinctively folds her arms to cover them. “I’ll get you a new one.”

“But it’s La Perla!” She exclaims. “I got a really good deal for that. It costs five hundred quids but I only paid for two.” 

“Darlin’, we’ll get you ten of ‘em.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she scoffs. “You haven’t even seen it in the light.”

“Did yeh put it on f’me?” Harry grins at her. His hands back on her waist. 

“Yeah,” YN nods. “M’tits look really good in it.”

“Honestly, darlin’, to me they’ll look even better naked,” Harry chuckles. “I appreciate it, but don’t fret about that, alright?”

“God, what if the driver has a wife and his wife finds it tomorrow morning? She’ll think he’s cheating on her,” YN can’t help but wonder, making Harry laugh even harder. 

To YN surprise, Harry suddenly picks her up bridal style, making her squeal. “Harry! What do you think you’re doing?!”

“Finally ‘avin my way wi’you.” 

YN is a little confused at first when Harry carries her past his bed and heads into the en suite instead. But the confusion turns into excitement when he sets her back down on her feet in front of the sink and begins unzipping the side of her dress right away, not wanting to waste much time to get her out of that dress. 

As the dress pools around her ankles, he turns her to face him. She runs her fingers through his hair as he kisses down her chest, stopping to suck her nipple into his mouth. His five o’clock shadow scrapes against her sensitive area in a way that makes her toes curl. She lets out a whimper, looking down at him as he repeats his action on the other one.

Harry eases in two of his fingers into her pulsing core without so much as a warning, smirking when she lets out a silent scream and clutches his forearm with both hands as he rubs a particular spot against her inner wall. It’s the kind of smirk that makes her core burns as he keeps moving, fucking her slowly and thoroughly with his fingers. 

Each syllable that he whispers in her ear is pure filth yet he coos it ever so sweetly, making her head spin as he rubs her bundle of nerves, two of his digits are knuckle deep inside her. It’s a sickly sweet experience. She swears his voice has never sounded as deep before, making her want nothing more than to just hide her face in the crook of his neck and cry. 

“Gonna make a mess on m’fingers, darlin’?” Harry murmurs lowly and YN just nods, letting out another whimper that ends straight into his mouth when he captures her lips again.

Harry pulls away and turns her around again so she’s facing the mirror. He kneels down in front of her, sandwiched between her legs and the counter. Smiling as he thrusts his fingers back into her, looking at her directly in the eyes as he does. 

She elicits her first audible moan as his tongue darts out, joining his fingers on her slick flesh, spreading her core open and dipping into it just the barest amount, enough to make her shivers and begs for more. A smirk never leaves his face as he continues teasing her, his fingers lightly massaging her bundle of nerves while his tongue circles her entrance. The man has an oral fixation and it’s not one that comes without benefits. 

He pulls one of her legs over his shoulder, mouth never leaving her heat. “Look at the mirror,” he tells her. 

She fights to stay quiet as he swirls his tongue over her button before sucking it between his lips. He groans rather loudly, the vibration making her body jumps in response. But she does what he asks her to do, her eyes turning to the mirror to watch her own reflection. She can’t see him as he thrust his tongue as deep as he can into her pulsing heat, his hands spreading her wide open for his access. “Can you see yourself, love?” 

She nods, her hands flat against the counter as she locks eyes with herself in the mirror. Her skin flushes red and her breathing gets heavier as Harry teases her folds with his tongue. 

“’Av watched yeh so many times when you come,” he says in between licks. “Know exactly when you’re gonna break f’me.”

He draws away his tongue, replacing it with a single long thick finger, pushing it up to the knuckle and she whines, pushing back against him for more. “S’it good?”

YN nods but Harry shakes his head. “Tell me,” he breathes. “Y’need to tell me how it feels.”

“Good-” YN chokes. “Feels- feels good.”

“But you need more?” She nods at his question, gasping as he adds a second finger. Immediately pumping in and out of her slowly, curling the tips to find the spot that he knows will leave her trembling. 

He adds a third finger all of sudden, stretching her out completely and groaning deeply as he does. She looks down at him for a second, desperately trying to catch a glimpse of his fingers moving in and out of her. 

“Eyes on the mirror, darlin’,” he reminds when he realises that her eyes are on him, and she obeys. “Want you t’see yourself as I make you come.”

She goes quiet when she comes, mouth gaping in a silent scream of pleasure as it charges through her entire body. He still licks her through her high, only slowing down a little before eventually stopping his action altogether.

Harry’s back on his feet, smiling at YN who’s still trying to even her breathing when his phone rings. He fishes it out from his pocket, eyebrows snapping together as he reads ‘Gem’ on the screen and immediately press tap the button to answer the call.

“Gem? Everything alright?” He asks her as soon as she picks up her phone.

“H- ouch, Harry? I think I’m in labour.”

***

As soon as they get to Gemma’s place, they go on their own separate ways; Harry takes Gemma to the hospital and YN takes Anya to stay the night with her at her home. It’s not Anya’s first night staying at YN’s home, but it’s the first time she’s staying without Harry, and that’s why YN is a little worried that she might have a rough time.

“Darlin’,” YN looks down at Anya as she unlocks her front door. “Finn and Pippa aren’t home so it’s just going to be the two of us, that alright?”

Anya nods. “S’okay,”

“And daddy needs to be with auntie Gem and probably won’t be back until tomorrow. If you’re feeling sad because you miss daddy, tell me so I can call him for you, alright?” YN tells her and Anya just walks nonchalantly before her into the house. 

“I’m okay,” Anya starts. “M’a big girl! I won’t cry.” 

YN smiles at her. “You are a big girl.”

“And it’s okay if I don’t have my daddy,” Anya continues. “Because I have my mummy!”

YN turns to the two and a half year old in astonishment. “What?!”

“I’m okay because I’m with my mummy!” Anya repeats herself as she plops down onto the couch.

YN panics. She doesn’t want Harry to think that she’s the one who tells Anya that she is her mummy. This is probably a little too soon for that. Things have been going really well with the two of them and she doesn’t want to scare Harry away.

“Oh sweet girl,” YN begins at last after a few seconds of silence. “I’m not your mummy. But hey, you’ve got a daddy! And he’s a really good one!”

“Yes, you are!” Anya insists. “You’re MY mummy! MY mummy!”

YN’s heart breaks as Anya’s bottom lip begins to quiver and big tears roll down her rosy cheeks. “Oh no, no no no, don’t cry, come here my love,” she immediately pulls Anya into a hug, squeezing her little body and kissing her cheek.

“You’re my- my mummy,” says Anya in choked tones.

“Alright, alright. No tears, yeah?” YN doesn’t have the heart to tell her otherwise. Besides its nearly midnight, maybe she’s just tired because she’s still awake way past her bedtime. But instead of getting her to bed, she’s got another idea to cheer her up. She stands up and takes Anya’s hand in hers. “Come here.”

The little girl just walks beside her. And as they step into the kitchen, YN picks Anya up and sits her on the kitchen island. “Stay still, okay?” She reminds her, smiling as she walks towards her fridge and pulls out a pint of Ben & Jerry from the freezer.

“Ice cweams!” Anya cheers excitedly.

“Would you like some?” YN smiles as she takes out two spoons from the drawer and hands one to Anya. 

Anya nods frantically. “Yes please!”

YN has never been with just Anya before. Most of the time Harry and her kids were around as well so it’s rare for YN to get the chance to have a little conversation just the two of them. 

She knows right from the start that Harry did a really good job raising his daughter, and she swears she’s not just saying that because she has to. Anya is so sweet and calm (as calm as a two year old can be!) and polite and rarely throws a fit. She knows that he must be so proud of his little girl.

“Should we get you to bed?” YN turns to Anya, knowing that if she doesn’t stop her, she’ll probably finish the whole thing.

“Wanna sleep with mummy,” Anya says as she hands her spoon back to YN.

“Okay,” YN smiles at her as she chucks the ice cream back in the freezer and put the spoons in the sink before getting some water for the two of them. Then she takes Anya into her arms. The little girl immediately clings her arms around her neck as YN takes her upstairs to her bedroom, stopping in the living room to get Anya’s overnight bag as well. 

YN puts the little girl back on her feet and takes her toiletries out from the bag. Taking her to the en suite so she can help her to brush her teeth before she tucks her in bed.

“All done!” YN says, running her fingers through Anya’s hair and smiling at her reflection in the mirror. Anya’s hair is a little lighter than Harry’s, it looks exactly just like Finn’s current hair. Finn was a blond baby and stayed blond throughout his toddler years, but it grew darker after he turned four last year. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

“Wait!” Anya stops her. “We need to do affirmations!”

“Oh, you do that with daddy?” YN asks her.

“Mhm,” she hums before she begins, grinning at her own reflection in the mirror. “I’m smart. I’m beautiful. I’m kind. I’m loved,”

“So very loved,” YN adds, kissing the top of her head.

“I’m strong,” says Anya, flashing her little muscles and YN laughs. “I’m brave. I’m not better than anyone, nobody’s better than me. I work hard.”

“Good job!” YN praises her. “Is that all?”

“We’re not done yet,” Anya tells her. “Mummy, you need to ask me my name.”

YN still tenses every time Anya calls her that but she quickly brushes it off. “What’s your name?”

“Anya Marigold Styles!”

“Your middle name is Marigold?” YN turns to her in surprise. “Pippa’s middle name is Marie!”

The little girl responds with giggles. “Then you need to ask me if I fall.”

YN’s eyebrows snap together in confusion but she does what Anya asks her to. “If you fall?”

“I get back up!” Anya answers proudly. “Then, mummy, y’need to tell me I’m your best girl.”

“M’best girl,” YN says as she leans down to kiss her cheek. “Now what usually daddy does next?”

“Give me a kiss but you already did,” she chuckles.

“Come on then,” YN looks down at her. “Let’s get you to bed.”

***

The sound of her phone ringing wakes YN up and she immediately picks it up from the bedside table and answers it before it wakes Anya who’s still cuddled up to her side. It’s Harry.

“Hello?” YN whispers.

“YN! You were right, it’s a boy!” Harry exclaims in excitement. “I’m an uncle!”

YN smiles instantly. A new life is always exciting and she truly is happy for them. “I knew it!” She whispers proudly. Gemma and Michal didn’t want to find out the gender, but they all had their guesses. Everyone thought it was going to be a girl except Michal and YN, and if her two pregnancies ever taught her anything, it’s to trust the father’s instincts regarding the gender. And she was right. “Congratulations!”

“Thanks, darlin’,” says Harry. YN can’t see him but she knows he’s smiling. “By the way, why are we whispering? Oh, and how was last night?”

YN chuckles lightly. “Anya is still asleep, and it was good.”

“She slept with you?” Harry asks her, surprised.

“Mhm,” she hums. “By the way, Harry, I’ve got something to tell you, but-”

“What is it, love?” Harry lets out a nervous chuckle. “S’it something bad? You’re scaring me right now.”

“No, no,” YN quickly responds, almost cutting him. “S’not a bad thing, but thought you should know.”

“Don’t scare me like that,” Harry says. “What is it then?”

“Anya called me mummy last night,” YN begins. “And I swear I didn’t ask her to. It wasn’t my idea. But when I told her that I wasn’t, she started crying so I just let her. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable, so if-“

“YN,” Harry cuts her off. “I know.”

“What?!” Her eyes widen in surprise.

“Yeah,” Harry says. “She’s been referring you as mummy for a while now. I swear I didn’t tell her to either, t’was all her. I’ve tried to tell her that you’re Finn and Pippa’s mum and not hers but she threw a fit every time. Are you alright with it? I’m sorry if it makes you uncomfortable. Fuck, I’ll talk to her and-“

“Harry,” this time YN cuts him off. “I’m okay with it. It’s alright, I promise. How about you though?”

“Darlin’ I’m buzzin’,” Harry chuckles.

“Is Michal there yet?” YN asks. “And your mum?”

“No,” Harry answers. “Both are still on their way. But we FaceTimed Michal when the baby was about to come out so he didn’t miss it.”

“You were in the room?” YN asks him in surprise.

“Yeah,” Harry chuckles. “I couldn’t leave her alone but she made sure I stayed near her head.”

YN laughs. “Tell Gemma I said congratulations,” she adds. “I can’t wait to see both of them.”

“I will.”

YN is about to go back to sleep beside Anya after she puts her phone back on the bedside table but she hears some noises from downstairs. She knows that must be James and the kids because sometimes James still takes them home so the four of them can eat breakfast together even if it’s James’s turn with the kids.

She is smiling to herself, excited to see the kids because she misses them. That, until she realises that Anya is with her and James hasn’t even met Harry yet let alone Anya. She tries to keep her new relationship to herself, but of course, the kids talk. She knows that he knows about her and Harry although he never says anything to her.

It’s not that she is scared of him knowing, it’s just… it’s weird. James was basically her first love (no, we’re not going to count that bloke that she kissed when she was 12). They’ve known each other for ten years. They were married for seven. They had two children together. So it’s pretty understandable that she doesn’t want to talk about her new bit with him.

Anya wakes up when YN sits up, immediately smiling at YN as YN mumbles a little good morning. Anya is adorable. As YN looks at her, waiting for her to fully get the sleep away from her eyes before they head downstairs, she realises how much she looks like her father. She is exactly the little girl version of Harry, only slightly cuter and less of a trouble than her father when he was around her age according to Harry’s mum.

“Mummy!” Pippa exclaims excitedly as she spots her mum walking down the stairs and getting more excited as she spots her little best friend trailing behind her mum. “Oh, Anya’s here! Anyaaaaa!”

James is cracking some eggs into the bowl as YN and Anya walk into the kitchen. He looks a little surprised when he sees the little girl but he brilliantly hides his astonishment with a grin. “Morning.”

“Morning,” YN greets him back.

“Did we have a secret kid that you’re not telling me?”

YN’s eyes widen. “No!”

“I was joking,” James chuckles. Tilting his head to Anya who’s already chatting to Pippa as he continues. “I know she’s Harry Styles’s daughter.” 

YN doesn’t respond, choosing to walk past him to pour some coffee from the pot into a mug instead.

“How’s it going?” He asks nonchalantly. 

YN turns to face him. “What?”

“You,” he says, pausing to take a bite of a cherry tomato before he continues. “And your new bit.”

“James, I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to talk about it,” YN slumps against the cabinet.

“I just need to know something,” he says after a bit of silence. “Is he a good father?”

YN nods. “Yes.”

“Does he make you happy?”

YN nods again. “He does.”

“That’s all I need to know.”

***

“Have you got any plans with the kids today?” YN asks James who’s sat on the other couch. They put on some cartoon after breakfast and they’re watching it together in the living room.

James has always been one of those guys who loves being around kids. Even long before they had Finn, James likes to randomly ask to hold other people’s babies. He seems to always know how to talk to little ones and most kids love him.

That’s why as weird as it looks like, YN is not surprised seeing Anya cuddled up to James’s side. Pippa on the other side and Finn on YN’s. He’s naturally good with kids and it has only been about two hours but Anya likes him already.

“Nah,” James shakes his head. “Just gonna hang around here. Might take them to the playground later though.”

“Oh,” YN responds nonchalantly while freaking out inside. Harry just texted her a couple minutes prior, telling her that he’s on his way from the hospital so he’s going to arrive any minute now, yet it looks like James is not going anywhere.

YN is freaking out, but she knows that the two of them are bound to meet sooner or later anyway. YN and Harry have known each other for six months and have been going out for four, so she knows that she’s lucky she could string it out that long.

The sound of the doorbell startles them and YN is quick to stand on her feet, mumbling “I’ll get it” and rushing to the front door in hope to give Harry a very last minute heads-up, telling him that James is in the living room. She leaves the detail about the fact that his daughter is cuddled up to his side because there is no way he is going to believe that unless he sees it with his own eyes.

“Hello,” Harry says as he walks into the living room with YN.

“Ah,” James glances over his shoulder to see Harry and stands up quickly to shake his hand. “Hi! S’Harry, is it? I’m James, nice to meet you mate.”

“Hi, yeah,” Harry smiles at him and shakes his hand. “Good to finally meet you.”

“Daddy!” Anya runs towards Harry and instantly put her arms in the air, silently asking him to pick her up.

“My darling girl!” Harry smiles as he looks down at Anya, immediately picking her up. Giving her a few kisses on the cheek as she clings her arms around his neck. “Were you good last night?”

Anya nods. “Mhm,” she hums. “I slept with mummy!”

Harry’s eyes widen for a second when his little girl says mummy. She told him a few times that she thought YN was her mother, but he never heard her call YN mummy on her face until that moment. He’s surprised but he quickly brushes it off, setting Anya back on her feet before walking towards Pippa and Finn to give them a hug and a kiss on top of both their heads.

YN can see the look on James’s face when he hears Anya referring her as mummy. He brushes it off as fast as Harry does but YN knows that he’s just as surprised. YN is looking at the telly, trying to make it look like she’s actually watching it instead of just staring at it blankly as she hears her ex-husband and her new bit having a small chat.

“YN?” James says quietly, trying to catch YN’s attention from the telly as Harry turns to Finn and begin talking with him. “Can we?” He says, tilting his head towards the kitchen.

YN nods. Giving Harry a quick I-don’t-know-what’s-happening-either look as she walks towards the kitchen with James so they can have a little bit of privacy when they talk.

“Want anything?” James asks her as he grabs a beer from the fridge and closing the door when he sees YN shaking her head.

“What is it?” YN asks him.

“So,” he begins as he gulps his beer. “Anya calls you mummy?”

“Well, she threw a fit when I told her I wasn’t so I just let her,” YN shrugs. “Not a big deal.”

“What are you talking about?” He turns to her, surprised. “Of course it’s a big deal!”

“Honestly, James, I’m fine with it,” YN says faintly. There’s a huge pause. And YN can see that James is frowning ahead in that silent way he gets when his brain is dealing with some huge, knotty problem. “What are you thinking about?”

“I don’t want Finn and Pippa to call him daddy,” James says quietly, YN can barely hear him. “I’m their dad.”

“James,” YN’s looks soften at her ex-husband. “They won’t if you don’t want them to, I promise. You’re their daddy, you’ll always be. They love you so much and they know exactly how much you love them. Nobody is going to replace you.”

“How long have you known each other?” James turns to her. There is something about the way he is looking at YN that makes her slightly uncomfortable. She can feel the tension shifting. 

“James,” YN tries to stop him. “I really don’t want to talk about this with you.”

“How long?”

YN knows that he won’t give up before she answers him, so she just answers it to make their little chat ends as quickly as possible. “Six months.”

“Ha!” He says. “I knew it.” 

“What?” 

“That was the last time you let me sleep here.”

“Our marriage ended nearly two years ago,” YN looks at him sternly. “The fact that I stopped sleeping with you six months ago may or may not have anything to do with him. We should’ve stopped a long time ago anyway.”

“Is this you throwing me away ‘cause you’ve found a new man?” He frowns. “Tha’ what you’re trying t’say?”

She turns to him in astonishment. “Are you joking?”

“Always thought you’ll realise that we’ve made a mistake and we’ll-” he feigns innocence, and he doesn’t have to finish his sentence for YN to know exactly what he’s going to say next.

YN chuckles dryly. “You are mad.”

“I still love you,” he says, looking far away in the window, away from YN’s deathly glare. “Never stopped lovin’ yeh.”

YN doesn’t say anything in response. She just shakes her head at him in disbelief before walking away to the living room. Smiling as if she doesn’t feel like she wants to plot a murder. “Harry, darlin’,” she says to Harry, emphasising the pet name, making sure James hears it. “Can you help me to cook lunch?”

“F’course,” Harry promptly says before standing up and follows her to the kitchen. Offering James a quick smile as he walks past him into the living room and plops down on the couch.

YN takes out a couple things from the fridge and lays it all on the counter before taking a pot from the cabinet and fills it with water, handing it to Harry afterwards for him to put on the cooker.

“Fuck me he’s fit,” he whispers quietly to YN as he turns on the cooker. “He’s really good lookin’.”

YN chuckles. “Have you seen yourself in the mirror?”

“I’m serious,” Harry looks at her. “I’ve seen that picture of him with the kids in the living room but he looks unreal in person.”

“What can I say?” YN deadpans. “I don’t shag uggos.”

Both Harry and James end up staying the whole day at YN’s home, and every minute, things are getting more awkward than the last. They’re both clearly trying to one-up one another, fighting for either YN’s or the kids’ attention and by the time they finished dinner, YN has had enough with both of them.

James had just left and the kids are playing in the nursery before bedtime. YN finally gets some alone time with Harry just the two of them, and YN has been waiting for this for quite a while. She knows Harry has something bothering him in his mind. He’s been awfully quiet the last two hours and YN is almost sure it must have something to do with her ex-husband.

“Hey, are you alright?” YN says as he pours some wine into a glass, sliding it across the kitchen island for Harry before she pours some for herself. “Been awfully quiet.”

“Just realised something,” he says, pausing to take a slug of his wine. “James is still wearing his wedding band.”

“Oh, I know where this is going,” YN scoffs. 

“I’m just saying,” he sounds unconvincing.

YN lets out a heavy sigh. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do,” Harry answers promptly.

“Have I ever given you a reason not to trust me?” YN asks him again.

Harry shakes his head.

“Then why are you even telling me this?” YN says in annoyance.

Harry raises his voice. “You asked me!” 

“I don’t give a flying fuck about what he wears and you should too,” YN chooses to ignore his answer. “We’re almost divorced. The ring meant the world when we were together but now it’s just a piece of cold metal.”

“I’m just saying,” he breaks off. “I think he’s still hoping to get you back.”

“Harry, honestly, you’re pissing me off,” YN sighs heavily. “I’ve told you twice, clear as day, that I don’t want him anymore. Then it shouldn’t matter whether or not he wants to get back together with me. I don’t want it. Don’t want him. I want you.”

Harry smiles at her out of the blue. “Do you realise something?”

“What?” YN asks, clearly still annoyed probably not at him but at the whole thing. It has been a day for her emotionally. One hell of a day.

“This is our first fight,” Harry grins at her, pulling her close to him by her waist.

“Yeah and am still fuming,” YN rolls her eyes.

“I love you,” Harry says nonchalantly.

YN’s eyes widen in surprise. “What?!”

“Is that really a surprise?” Harry chuckles.

“Well, not really but this is the first time you said that.”

“Been dying to tell you this for ages,” he admits, intertwining his fingers with hers. “But we agreed to take things slow.”

YN smiles at him. “I love you too.”

“Eh, I quite like you,” Harry jokes and YN pinches his waist playfully in response. “Ouch! M’joking!” 

“You were mean,” YN laughs.

“I love you,” Harry looks at her, bringing her knuckles to his lips so he could kiss them. “Completely besotted, absolutely enamoured, hopelessly in love wi’ you.”

This time, she responds by cupping his jaw, brushing her lips against his. Softly, delicately, just long enough that she can inhale his breath. He can feel the warmth of her skin, and even after she pulls away, the taste of her lip balm lingers.

***

It’s Sunday, and Harry and Anya are already at YN’s home to pick her and the kids up at 10 o’clock sharp so they can all go together to the hospital to see Gemma and the baby. The kids are all bouncing with excitement to see the baby and they have been talking about him nonstop.

“Who’s excited to see the baby?!” Harry says as he begins to drive, raising his hand in the air, making the kids and YN giggle. He truly is a kid at heart.

“Meeee!” The kids cheer excitedly as they raise their hands as well.

“Be good at the hospital, alright?” YN reminds them softly. “All three of you.”

“Okay, mummy,” says Anya.

Pippa turns to her little friend. “She’s my mummy.”

“Yeah,” Anya nods. “But she’s my mummy too.”

“Oh, okay,” Pippa agrees. “Does that mean your daddy is my daddy too?”

“Pippa,” Finn looks at his little sister. “We already have a daddy.”

YN and Harry are both trying their hardest not to laugh as they listen to the kids’ conversation in the backseat.

“S’okay!” Anya insists. “You can have two daddies! Right, daddy?”

“I don’t want another daddy!” Finn exclaims in frustration. “I already have a daddy.”

Realising that Finn is getting upset, Harry quickly chimes in. “Finn, mate, how about a papa? Do you have a papa?”

Harry looks at Finn through the rear view mirror and the little guy shakes his head. “I don’t.”

“Can I be your papa?” Harry asks him.

“Yeah!” Finn says excitedly. “You can be my papa!”

“Can you be my papa too?” Pippa chimes in.

“Of course, sweetheart,” Harry answers.

“Mummy! I have a papa!” Pippa immediately brags to her mum and YN laughs.

“I see.”

***

“Hello,” YN says in a hushed tone as she enters Gemma’s room in case the baby is asleep, can’t help but aww-ing instantly as soon as she spots the sleeping baby boy in his little bassinet by the window next to Gemma’s bed.

“Hiiii,” Gemma greets them excitedly. “Come in!”

“Congrats, Gem,” YN walks towards Gemma’s bed and Gemma immediately pulls her into a hug. “How are you feeling?”

“So happy, and not as rough as yesterday,” Gemma chuckles. She looks tired but YN has also never seen her happier. Having a baby is a magical moment and YN secretly hopes that she can experience it just once more with Harry one day. “Hi, come here and see the baby,” she tells the kids who are standing at the end of her bed before picking out the baby from the bassinet into her arms. 

“Oh, he’s beautiful,” YN sighs in adoration. The baby was born two weeks early but he looks really healthy and oh so adorable. “Have you named him?”

“Yeah,” Gemma smiles. “Michal came up with Hugo just this morning and I love it. Hugo it is.”

“Oh, Hugo!” Harry coos at the baby. “M’little Hugster! Gonna give your uncle Harry lots of hugs, aren’t you? Yeah?” 

“He’s bald,” Anya giggles and they all laugh at her innocent remark.

They stay for a little while at the hospital because none of the kids wants to go home and luckily they’re still at the hospital when Harry’s mum gets there so they get to see her as well. Knowing Harry had to take Gemma the other day to the hospital and ended his night with YN early because neither Michal nor Anne was in town when Gemma went to labour, Anne offers to babysit all three of the kids for the night and even bring Finn and Pippa to school tomorrow morning. YN hesitated at first because she doesn’t want to trouble her, but both Harry and Anne insisted so she caved in the end.

So the plan for them right now is to go out and have lunch, then Harry will drop YN and her kids home before he goes to his own home with Anya. They will get ready and Harry and Anya will come at YN’s around six and wait for Anne to pick the kids up from YN’s place before the two of them leave for a date night.

“The baby is really cute,” says Finn in the car as Harry begins to drive. 

“He really is, isn’t he?” Harry smiles through the rear view mirror.

“Mummy,” says Pippa, pausing for a second before she continues. “Can we please have a baby brother?”

YN who’s currently taking a sip of water spits her water everywhere, earning a laugh from Harry. “What?!” 

“Daddy!” Anya chimes in. “I want a baby too! A boy baby!”

“You mean baby boy?” Pippa corrects her.

“Yeah,” says Anya. “I’ll be good, daddy, I promise!”

“Well,” Harry begins at last. Still trying to stifle a giggle while stealing glances at YN. “We’ve got baby Hugo. Tha’ enough for now, I suppose?”

***

Harry shows up at YN’s home at 6pm sharp, and YN’s insides clench as soon as she sees him when she opens her door. He smirks at her, knowing exactly what he’s doing to her. He is wearing his old custom Gucci suit, the one that he wore in Dunkirk’s premiere in London years ago and to a couple weddings afterwards. He wears it tieless, of course, the crisp white button-up shirt underneath is undone. And those rings… there is no way she is going to let him take them off later.

“Y’alright, love?” He asks her after he sets Anya down on her feet so she can run inside to see Pippa and Finn. The smirk is still visible on his face. “Y’look like you’ve just seen a ghost.”

YN bites her bottom lip subconsciously before letting out a chuckle. “Fuck,” YN mumbles. “Y’look-”

“Well,” Harry shrugs. “Gotta pull out my A-game, don’t I? Certain someone told me yesterday she doesn’t shag uggos.”

Half an hour later Anne arrives to pick the kids up to stay the night at her London home, and after closing the front door after them, Harry walks upstairs to YN’s room where she gets ready. Harry has spent countless nights in there so he knows exactly where it is.

YN is still in her bathrobe when he steps into the bedroom, smiling through the mirror at his reflection from the door. Her hair is done and she’s just putting the last bit of some make-up before she slips into her outfit for the night. Her black lace jumpsuit is ready on the bed, waiting for her.

Harry is still standing by the door, staring at her intensely. He folds his arms across his chest, not a word comes out of his mouth.

“You gonna stand there and gawk at me all night or are you coming in and help me get into my outfit?” YN smirks at him through the mirror.

He walks towards her, stopping to stand behind her. He places one of his hands on her shoulder, before wetting his lips as he dips his hand into the pocket of his suit trousers, never breaking eye contact through the mirror as he does.

YN realises that he’s getting something out of his pocket when she sees his arms moving upward, her eyes shift from looking at his deep green eyes to the hand in his pocket to see what he’s got in there. 

There’s a string. He’s holding the string as he slowly pulls it out, taking his sweet time. YN’s eyes widen when she sees a small, silver ball at the end of the string, and Harry swears her eyes are about to pop out when she sees the second ball. Now that it’s out, Harry holds it by the string, holding it in front of YN for her to take a closer look.

“What the hell is that?” She looks at the balls quizzically, her brows knit together in confusion.

Harry shakes his hand a little, causing whatever it is inside the balls to roll around, creating the tiniest noise. “S’called Ben Wa balls,” he says before he brings it up and takes one of the balls into his mouth to wet it. The sight makes YN’s stomach drops and it feels like forever for her before he takes it out of his mouth with a pop. “And you’re wearing it tonight.”

“Oh,” YN panics and shakes her head. “You’re not putting those in-”

“They don’t go in there,” Harry shakes his head gently. “Stand up and bend over, darlin’.”

YN does what he asks her to, even though she is still not one hundred per cent sure about what he’s about to do. Harry takes the moment to put the second ball into his mouth and suck it a little to make sure it’s completely wet. 

He takes off her bathrobe so she is only in her strapless bra and a pair of knickers before his eyes. The fact that they’re matching brings a smile to Harry’s lips. She feels like her heart is about to jump out of her body when his fingers come in contact with her, pulling her knickers to the side.

She takes a lungful of air as he inserts the ball into her core slowly one by one. It’s something she’s never felt before, certainly a foreign feeling. He kisses the back of her neck before pulling her knickers back into place, letting her stand up straight.

“Alright?” He asks, smiling at her through the mirror in front of them.

“Yeah,” YN chokes out. “Weird, but- what do they do?”

Harry chuckles a little. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

And Harry’s right. As she bends down to pick up her outfit from the bed, she feels the movement of the balls inside of her. She gasps, her eyes widen in surprise, and she looks at Harry in shock. “Holy-”

Harry simply laughs at her, already get the feeling that this is going to be one hell of a night.

***

“Stop squirming,” Harry chuckles as he takes YN’s hand in his as they walk into The Shard. “They’re just little balls, s’nothing your pussy can’t handle, yeah?”

“Harry!” YN’s eyes widen in horror as she scolds him.

The view is breathtaking. From the 31st floor, they can clearly see how beautiful London is at night from the floor to ceiling windows all around the restaurant. Regarding the size of the dining room, it is rather large and pretty busy, but somehow it remains intimate and the lighting is so dimmed that they bet they can barely see the neighbouring table.

She still doesn’t know how Harry managed to secure a window table in the corner for them. The view is just so spectacular that she even forgets about the balls for a second as she looks over to St Paul’s Cathedral. 

“D’you realise something?” Harry smiles at her across the table, taking a sip of the signature cocktail that both of them ordered. 

“What is it?” YN questions him.

“We’ll hit our six months anniversary on Tuesday,” Harry informs her.

YN chuckles. Immediately regretting her action when she feels the balls shift a little inside her, making their presence known, and YN can’t help but let out a small gasp. She closes her eyes for a second but she can hear Harry chuckling across the table. “It’s not our anniversary,” she begins at last.

“It is!” He insists. “S’the anniversary of the first time we met, at the studio.” 

“When is our real anniversary then?” YN asks, wanting to see whether or not Harry will take the bait. “When we went on that first date?”

“Was thinking,” Harry clears his throat before he continues. “I was just thinking- well, today’s a good day. Pretty good date to remember. S’your favourite number.”

YN’s grinning at him now. “What are you trying to say, Styles?”

“Should we make it official?” He suggests, grinning wider at her. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

YN lets out a giggle. “God, I hate that word.”

“What?” He asks her. “Girlfriend?”

“Yeah,” she laughs. “Dunno why. Bit cringey.”

Harry joins her in laughter before he continues. “But you want to, right? Make us official, I mean,” Harry asks her again. “We don’t have to use that word. Ever.”

“Course I do, H,” says YN, smiling at him across the table. “I love you. My kids love you. I’m keeping you.”

Harry chuckles at her last statement. “Good,” he nods. “I’m keeping you too.”

***

The view, the food, the person in front of them, everything is perfect but they can’t wait anymore for it to be over. YN can’t keep squirming in her seat because of those bloody balls inside her and sure, it’s fun for Harry to see her like that at first but the fact that he can’t do anything to her is torturing him as well. 

That’s why YN is glad when Harry asks for the bills instead when the waitress comes back to ask whether or not they want dessert. They haven’t got time for bloody desserts. 

Harry practically drags YN out of the restaurant as soon as possible, immediately walking towards the lift and stealing a quick kiss when he sees that nobody’s looking. He’s about to press the down button on the lift but a brilliant idea struck him.

“Where are we going?” YN turns to him in confusion when he presses the up button.

He presses his lips against hers again for a second before he pulls away, grinning at her. “There’s a hotel upstairs.”

***

“H- Harry,” YN breathes out heavily, still squirming as she waits for Harry to open the door to their suite, giving him a hurry-the-fuck-up look. The balls are driving YN up the wall at this point, having had enough of the constant subtle, tingly sensation every time she moves even just an inch. 

He pins her against the door hastily as it flings open, aiming for her neck right away. He’s got his hands around her waist, and he spends no longer than a few seconds before finding the spot that makes her arches her back, it’s simply ridiculous how good his accuracy is when it comes to her body. There isn’t a button he doesn’t know how to locate and press until she breaks in his hands.

“Harry,” YN sighs in frustration. “The balls.” 

Harry can’t help but let out a chuckle. 

“Please,” YN begs him. “Take those damn balls out. I- I can’t. S’too much.”

“Go to the bed, love,” Harry instructs her and she begins to walk to the bed slowly to keep the movement of the balls as minimum as possible.

She is sitting at the end of the bed, pressing her thighs together, trying to alleviate some of the pressure but Harry quickly shoves his knee between her legs, spreading her thighs again, smirking at her as he does, earning a frustrated groan from her side.

His suit is thrown somewhere in their suite. His shirt is now wrinkly and messy, and most of the buttons are undone. He takes her hand so she stands up just long enough for him to take her out of her lace jumpsuit, groaning when he sees that so much more of her skin is now exposed to him.

He pushes her down by her shoulder so she’s laying on the bed before climbing on top of her. Their lips come together again and he takes his time to gently look for her lips with his tongue. 

As the kiss gets more intense, their hands begin to wander. YN’s hands are pressed on his chest, slowly yet surely going further south to where he needs her the most. Harry’s hands creep around her back, and she lifts her back just enough for Harry to unhook her bra. 

“Fuck,” Harry growls when the piece of clothing comes off and she is bare from the waist above before his eyes. He doesn’t waste another second before going down and takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking it gently at first before flicking his tongue repeatedly over the firm bud. 

“H- Harry,” she whimpers. “I swear to God if you don’t take those sodding balls out right now I’m going to chop off yours and feed them to my neighbour’s dog.”

Harry laughs. “Patience, darlin’.”

“No!” YN practically shrieks. “S’enough!”

“Alrigh’, alrigh’,” he says, his voice a little slurred. “I’ve got you, yeah?”

Harry takes her knickers off at last, slowly, leaving a trail of kisses on every inch of her leg. She whines when he sucks her inside thigh a little harder than usual, definitely leaving a mark behind.

She lets out a shaky gasp when she feels him starting to tug the string of those sodding balls. He pulls them out slowly one by one, enjoying the sight of her trembling already in front of him yet they’ve only just started.

YN sighs in relief when they’re finally out. Looking at the glistening metals, Harry purrs and the simple tone of it makes YN’s core flex around nothing. 

He slides his hand between her thighs, rubbing his fingers over her bundle of nerves gently at first before he pinches it between his thumb and index finger when he realises that she’s about to come. The pressure is enough to add a bit of pain and stops the orgasm that’s only seconds away dead in its track. 

His lips brush against hers softly as he thrusts two digits at once into her, finding her completely drenched already. “Thought you need more persuading,” he teases.

She lets out a silent scream, her hips instinctively buck towards his hand as he curls his fingers inside of her. The gentle yet constant stimulation from the toy earlier slowly turns her in the lead-up and it doesn’t take long for her to break in front of him. 

“Y’taste amazin’,” he mumbles as he sucks his glistening fingers off. She doesn’t respond, eyes fixed on the floor to ceiling windows overlooking London behind Harry instead. “Okay, I know what you’re thinking. And it’s a no.”

“What?” She asks lowly.

“We’re not shaggin’ against that bloody window. I know it’s amazin’, but not for our first time. Wanna do it properly,” Harry says and YN chuckles, having no idea about how the hell he knows what she’s thinking about. “Got all night here, yeah? Save that for round two.” 

“Round two already, huh?” YN jokes, still trying to even her breathing. “Y’talk big game, Styles.”

“Let me take you, YN,” he growls in her ear and she swears it’s the hottest sound she has ever heard.

YN smiles at him. “You’re the one stalling.”

She spreads her thighs willingly, running her fingers through his hair as he leaves a trail of kisses down her chest. 

“I love you,” he whispers in her ear, squeezing himself between her thighs. His thick member presses against her entrance. The first couple of inches enter easily but when he’s met with resistance, he draws back, letting her body accept him at its own pace. 

Then Harry tries again. The tip of his member thrusts into her, every inch opening her up slowly until he’s fully inside of her. He stops his movement and kisses her passionately as he waits for her to adjust to his size. 

“God, Harry,” YN gasps. “Did you ever hurt someone with that?”

Harry laughs out loud and the vibration from his laughter only heightens the sensation. The pleasurable burn fills all your senses and his kisses only stoke the fires into swirling flames.

“Harry,” she whimpers. “Fuck, you’re so-”

Harry grins proudly, sucking her jaw. “I’m so what?”

“Big,” she blurts out and he burst out laughing, shaking his head as he captures her lips again, pushing inside of her mouth with his ridiculously long tongue.

She moans a little when his shaft twitches inside of her. Harry holds himself up, pulling back a few inches before slamming into her all the way in. 

“Go,” she whispers in his ear and he nods before he starts moving. Words give way to grunts and moans, hands wandering as they move together. He moves agonisingly slow at first, making her nerves tremble with the stretch and the pleasurable burn that accompany his intrusion of her body. 

He kisses her until she’s gasping for breath as he fucks into her. One of his hands is strategically placed under her, holding her at an angle that allows him to hit her sweet spot with every stroke. 

His mouth drops to suck her nipple as he keeps pushing in and pulling out, coaxing her pulsing core to stretch around him. She sobs her pleasure into the pillow, squirming underneath him as he hits painful depths. 

“M’gonna-” YN chokes out. “M’gonna-”

“Come,” Harry tells her, not slowing down his movement even just a little and slamming into her over and over instead. “Come all over me, darlin’. Come wi’ me.”

They hit their highs within seconds, together, in one another’s embrace. Harry keeps fucking her through it and he lets out a deep groan as she pulses around him. Her entire body shuddering. Their breathing is heavy, and he slowly pulls himself out of her.

“Fuck!” Harry‘s eyes widen in horror. “Sorry, I forgot- we forgot. We didn’t use-”

YN laughs. “Relax, m’on the pills.”

Harry sighs in relief. “Okay, s’not that I don’t want to have a baby with you. Because I do, I really do. S’just-”

“Can you stop talking and just take me against the window like you promised?” YN cuts him off, smirking at the man beside her. “Get round two started, hmm?”

Harry howls. “Can you even stand up?”

“Probably not,” YN shrugs. “But you can hold me, can’t you?”

Harry shakes his head and laugh before pulling himself up and rests his head against his hand. Both of them are still in their most vulnerable state. He looks down at her, smiling as he whispers, “I love you,” before leaning down to press another gentle kiss against her lips. 

***

“How are you feeling?” Harry turns to her, grinning from ear to ear as they walk hand in hand to the triage room so they can assess her.

YN smiles at her husband. “Still can’t believe it’s happening.”

Six months after James and YN got decree absolute, Harry and YN got married and moved into their new family home in South Kensington. Luckily, James agreed to move back into his old home when he was still married with YN so they didn’t have to sell the house and the kids didn’t have to say goodbye to their childhood home. It had so many good memories and they truly loved that cosy maisonette. 

It has been two years since Harry and YN first met, and they’re at the birthing unit because YN’s contractions are two and a half minutes to four minutes apart now. She is thirty seven weeks along with twins (honeymoon babies!) and they can’t be more excited.

“I can tell by just looking at you that you’re not in labour,” says the midwife. Which is true. The contractions were so intense at home but now they have slowed down somehow as soon as they get to the birthing unit. 

“I don’t know what’s going on,” YN sighs. “They were so frequent and strong at home and I don’t know why they’ve completely calmed down for some reason.”

“Don’t worry, it’s a common thing,” the midwife smiles at her. “When ladies come into an unfamiliar environment, their bodies can produce adrenaline that fights against the labour and basically slows it down.”

“What should we do then?” Harry asks her.

“I’m going to send you back home to progress more there,” answers the midwife. “Come back here if the pain gets worse.”

Feeling a little deflated, they go home. The kids are at school and YN’s parents are going to pick them up and bring them to their home in Farnham and they’re going to stay there for a week. 

Much to YN’s annoyance, as soon as they get home, things kick up a notch again. She tries to just lay down in bed and Harry gives her a hot water bottle in hope that she will be able to try and rest as much as she can but when the contractions come again, they’re so unbearable lying down.

“Harry,” YN whimpers in pain. “It hurts.”

She is clinging onto Harry’s neck as he holds her through another contraction. It is getting more frequent and it’s killing Harry to see her like this. “I know my love,” he tries to comfort her. “But you can do this, yeah? Just think, you’re one less contraction away from meeting our babies. We’ll get to hold them soon.”

“But when?!” She yells in frustration. “Oh God, I yelled at you. I’m sorry, I-”

“Hey hey, s’fine, love,” Harry pulls her into a hug, tight enough not to squeeze the babies. “You’re in pain. ‘Sides, you didn’t yell at me. You just yelled near me.”

She chuckles at his Friends reference. “Dunno what would I do without you.”

Harry just smiles at her. “Sit down, darlin’, I’ll give you a back rub.”

YN sits down at the edge of the bed and Harry begins massaging her lower back and it really helps with the pain. “This feels oddly familiar,” YN states.

“What gets them in there also gets them out,” Harry chuckles.

It’s 4:30pm, and there are no babies yet. Harry and YN already try everything they can to help with the pain but they’re just too intense. He’s been rubbing her back since last night and YN knows that his hands must be killing him but it’s the only thing that helps with the pain.

The contractions are now further apart, but when they come they’re on another level. Harry even cries seeing her in that much pain, and it has been nearly sixteen hours yet there is still no sign of babies.

By 6pm the contractions are getting so intense that Harry can’t help and just take her to the hospital. Thankfully they take her to the birthing room this time, setting monitors for YN and the babies right away along with a drip in her arm. They also give her gas and air to help with the pain.

“Hello,” a midwife enters their room. “How are we feeling now?”

“Tired. And it hurts.”

“We’re gonna call in an anesthesiologist to put in an epidural. Do you want to change your mind before we do? Everything looks good, the babies are doing well so we’ll totally support you if you want an unmedicated birth.”

“No,” YN shakes her head. She is beyond exhausted. “Just give me the drugs.”

“Okay,” Harry and the entire medical team in the room laugh. “But we need to check you ag- oh! They’re probably coming sooner than we thought. I can feel the head of baby A already. I’m sorry, love, but it might be too late for an epidural now.”

“What?!” 

The next half an hour is a blur for YN. The midwife was right and not long after she examined her, the pushing urge becomes greater and there are more health professionals in the room. They cancelled the anesthesiologist and called two paediatricians instead because things are progressing so fast.

“Oh! The head is just there,” says the midwife. “We’ll need you to start pushing soon, okay?”

“Y’alright?” Harry turns to her, holding her hand and kissing her knuckles. “You’re doing so good, m’love,”

“Ready?” The OB asks her. YN has an obstetrician and two midwives assisting her in the room, definitely more people than when she gave birth to Finn and Pippa. “Take a deep breath and push push push!”

YN begins to push as they count one to ten, but then sighing in defeat afterwards. “H, I’m sorry, I can’t.”

“Yes you can,” Harry nods at her, squeezing her hand gently and leaning down to press a kiss on her forehead. “You’ve got this. You’re doing so good.”

“You’re so close, darling!” One of the midwives encourages her. “Give us another push, yeah? You can do this!”

“You’ve got this, my love,” Harry affirms her, wiping YN’s tears with his thumb and his eyes aren’t exactly dry either. “We’ll meet our babies soon.”

“One, two, three- push push push!” The OB counts again and YN begins to push again, squeezing Harry’s hand as she does.

“Dad!” The OB says excitedly while YN is still pushing. “Would you like to catch baby A?”

Harry’s eyes widen in surprise and he nods frantically, leaning down to press another kiss on YN’s forehead before rushing down to catch his baby. A few more pushes and the first baby is out on Harry’s hand.

“OH!” Harry exclaims as he holds his son and the whole room is clapping in excitement. “It’s a boy!” 

They take a moment to wipe the baby on Harry’s arms before bringing him to YN so she can kiss her baby’s head before she has to start pushing again for baby B. “He’s beautiful,” YN mumbles.

“We need you to push again, darling,” says the midwife. YN nods weakly and begins pushing.

“Dad!” The OB calls Harry again. “Baby B is waiting for you! And, oh, this one has lots of hair!”

Harry rushes to catch his baby again. “YN!” He exclaims when the baby comes out into his hand. “We have a girl!”

***

Harry takes the kids to the hospital straight away to meet their new baby siblings after he picks them up from school, and the kids are beyond excited. Before they come up to YN’s room, Harry helps them to make a little card for their mummy and new baby sister and brother and they get two balloons to take upstairs with them.

“Mummy!” All three of the big kids cheer excitedly as they walk into the room, running to their mummy to give her a quick hug before going to the bassinets next to YN’s bed to see the babies. Harry and YN laugh at how excited they are to see their baby siblings.

“Hi babies!” Anya says, waving her little hand at them. “We’ve been waiting for you!”

“Papa, what’s the babies’ name?” Finn asks Harry.

“This is baby Mila,” Harry says, smiling down at the sleeping baby girl in her bassinet.

“We haven’t named baby boy yet,” YN adds. “Do you guys have any name that you like?”

“Flynn!” Both girls say excitedly at the same time.

“What?” YN chuckles, surprised. “Where did you get the idea?”

“Nana let us watch Tangled this morning before school,” says Finn.

“I quite like Flynn,” Harry turns to YN, smiling. “S’really cute.”

“S’cute but don’t you think it’s too close to Finn?”

Harry shrugs, smiling. “Well, they’re brothers.”

“Alright then,” YN says at last. “Who wants to hold baby Mila and baby Flynn?”

***

A week after they brought the babies home, Harry and YN have never felt more exhausted yet happier in their lives. Having twins is insane. They’re constantly feeding, changing, burping, soothing, passing babies back and forth in rotation, round the clock.

“Harry,” YN says weakly. “Could you please change the TV channel? My hands are full of baby and I’ve watched thirteen straight hours of Jeremy Kyle.”

Harry chuckles lightly, yawning as he reaches out for the remote. “What do you wanna watch?”

“Anything other than Jeremy Kyle,” YN answers. “Harry, let’s not have any more after this, okay?”

Harry lets out another chuckle as he begins flicking through the channels.

“Did you get that? Are you listening, H?” YN turns to him. “No. More. Babies. Ever!”

-

The spin-off

[shittyshakes]

Shakespeare Commentary from Someone who has never read Shakespeare (Much Ado Version)

 In which Mod Rachel just. Nerds out. Because Beatrice and Benedick deserve it.

Act 1

Scene 1

I can already tell that this shit is going to be over-dramatic as fuck, but I live for these kinds of romcoms

Beatrice is a WOMAN, like holy fuck she’s a whole mood

(yes, I’m thirsting on this feed and i’m not even sorry)

she either realllly likes this Benedick fellow or really despises him, but I’m going to go with the former

their banter is really funny though

i will state this reads like flirting? like this is just establishing all the sexual tension right?

I don’t know how I feel about Don Pedro’s character

What does Benedick have against love or is he just against Hero? Or is he just salty from his lack of love?

although to be fair Claudio did just see Hero and declare his undying love for her, that’s kind of ridiculous

“I’ll live as a bachelor”

those are famous last words, why you always lyin Benedick?

wait...

Benedick, as in bene-dick; is Benedick’s name a pun on dicks??????

I knew this play was wrought with sexual innuendos but holy crap

after confirming with Leo, I can confirm that we talked about this exact fact in lecture and I’m just a dumbass

For some reason all of Don Pedro’s plotting to set people up gives me bad vibes but maybe I’m just superstitious

Scene 2

gasp! An Antonio appears! Is he gay

side note, apparently this is the only Antonio in Shakespeare that is not and, won’t lie, I’m slightly disappointed

wait was all this scene just 2 dudes sitting around and talking about Hero? what was even the point?

Scene 3

Is Don John sad like Antonio was from The Merchant of Venice? 

for some reason I think not

oh wait, maybe he has an inferiority complex to Don Pedro

okay, since this guys name is Borachio (which means drunkard in Spanish) can I infer that he is always drunk and/or is drunk in this scene?

maybe Don John is just salty, maybe that’s all his motivation is

Act 2

Scene 1

Hero speaks!

I’m interested to see if Hero is the “hero” of the play, implementing the pun

P.S. I’ve finished reading, she is not and I’ve never been more disappointed to be wrong. I was really rooting for her

In text (before watching any kind of staged edition) I imagine this to be like the dinner in Shrek 2, so I’m curious to see how people blocked this scene in film and stage

Does Beatrice really need a husband though? She’s doing fine on her own and we stan 1 strong independent woman

side note, sometimes I forget Hero is even in this play, she speaks so little

I am so confused, who is Margaret and where did they come from? Is she even that important or is she just here to move the plot?

are she and borachio a thing? wtf even was their exchange???

Same with Ursula? 

I can’t believe they’re going to talk to Benedick like he’s not Benedick because of the mask

THE TROPES, THE TROPES

So wait, now Claudio is pretending to be Benedick? None of this is a good idea

So wait, now Claudio thinks that Don Pedro loves and wants Hero?

God, what a mess. This is more of a mess than I am

So, Benedick likes Beatrice then

he kind of reminds me of a young boy who can’t confess his feelings so he’s just awful to her (pulling pigtails)

I agree with Don Pedro that Benedick and Beatrice would make an excellent married couple; imagine the hate-sex

but also, Don Pedro has waaaaaaaayyyyy too much time on his hands

Scene 2

Is Don John being influenced by Borachio?

Is borachio the real mastermind?

better question, is borachio drunk right now?

Scene 3

oh Benedick definitely has the hots for Beatrice

oh my god he just wants her to confess first, what a dork

Claudio @ Benedick: oh how the turned tables rawr XD

I both love and hate how easily Benedick is buying into all this

They totally know Benedick is listening, those sly dogs

This is prime bad romcom right now

Act 3

Scene 1

Hero is back and with some lines

I hope she speaks more in this second half, I’m intrigued by her character

oh so even she is in on the “let’s trick Benedick and Beatrice into confessing”

I love this for her. I hope she is having the time of her life because it’s what she deserves

because tbh, no one here gives a frack about her and Claudio

Also I can NOT believe that these people say Benedick’s name with a straight face. They are basically complimenting his penis the entire play and I am here for it

I still can’t believe these dumbfucks bought it

Scene 2

ooh this is when Benedick changes appearances, he did it to woo Beatrice

i love that for him, i love that he is so soft for her

we stan 1 brotp between Benedick and his homies

Don John noooooooooooooooooooooooo

I’m really not here for Claudio x Hero but it is what it is

Scene 3

what the fuck kind of name is dogberry?

wait is this insinuating that he’s shit? or the shit?

a shitty bitch?????

so they’re just plotting

Scene 4

so much speaking from Hero

we live to see it

all things that begin with H --> ‘horny’ ;D

Scene 5

they’re talking about the wedding, right?

this is the part where i begin to get lost and wish for an adaptation to watch

so is dogberry going to crash the wedding?

Act 4

Scene 1

wait did Claudio just deny marriage? And they just continued on like nothing happened?

did he just insult Hero in front of her father?? what balls

oh he’s saying she’s unpure

oh my god this is a mess

i can’t believe that everyone just believes this? and now she’s not worthy to live? That’s cray-cray? like what is even happening

oh shit, is it happening????

oh shit it’s happening!!!

oh shit no

but as a side, please do kill claudio, he’s a dumbass who doesn’t deserve Hero

Scene 2

sexton, really?

i’m not really sure what the point of this scene was?

also what was all the talk about ass? do they mean like butts? or like a donkey? 

i’m so confused ?????

Act 5

Scene 1

so they’re talking about the “death” of Hero

so they’re pulling a juliet? or is juliet pulling a hero?

I guess this isn’t important but I don’t actually know which was written first

yeah suck on that claudio, you piece of shit

AND DON PEDRO STILL BELIEVES THIS GARBAGE

absolute heresy I say

Benedick is the actual homie, the MVP

get Claudio’s head out of his ass

god, all men are bastards except benedick

yeah that’s right, I said it

Scene 2

I actually love Benedick, 10/10 great character

I wasn’t sure how I felt about him at first, but now we gucci

I’m glad they’re back to playful bantering. 

I love that for them

Scene 3

so we’re at the “funeral” or just Claudio before the grave?

despite the fact that he’s the one that humiliated and betrayed Hero at the altar he’s still going to return every year? i’m so confused

Claudio isn’t a great character and I don’t like him

to be completely honest, I can’t even tell if he’s sad during this interaction

Scene 4

so Claudio was sincerely sad then?

Benedick’s asking permission to marry Beatrice? That’s so cute, he’s such a dork, an absolute Hufflepuff

we stan 1 respectful boi

and now we’re back with the denial and insecurity but at least we’re finally getting to the true confession

the tension was killing me

aw yeahhhhhhh, they finally kissed

I don’t know how I feel about Beatrice’s lack of lines following the kiss but it is what it is

and just remembering that during Shakespeare’s time this was all played by dudes makes me absolutely lose my shit

final rating: 7/10

Benedick and Beatrice were the highlights of this play and I can’t wait to see the adaptations to see people genuinely have fun playing these two characters

genuinely a really fun play and I wasn’t completely lost reading this so we count that as a win

minus points for claudio, i’m still salty that he and hero got married

[pseudofaux]

if it makes the deadline, do you mind writing a Lancelot fluff with Alice? I love the pieces you've published for "pseu slings" and i'll be realllly thankful if you can write for Lancelot as well. if it doesnt make it, i totally understand. ^_^

LET’S TALK about our lord and savior and take-it-all-on-himself 👑🗣King 🗣of 🗣our 🗣HEARTS👑 ♥️PLEASE I LOVE HIMB♥️ MY GOD

Thank you so much for making this request for Lancelot, a character I feel a totally normal amount of love for. ♥️♥️🙇🏻‍♀️ Cut here is for length, it’s all fluff. I apologize for how long it took me to get this done!

They said their goodbyes for the day as they always did, outside the door to her room with their fingers brushing until the very last minute. Lancelot’s handsome smile made her wonder how on earth she was going to last until they met up for their date that evening. They spent what free time they had together, but the scarcity of that time meant it was always there at headquarters. Tonight would be a formal night out, and from his formal invitation last week to his casual play last night as he refused to give her any more details, he had given her so much to be excited about. She was smiling at him as his expression shifted into his usual solemnity and he said, “I hope today passes quickly, Alice.”

Of course his words spoke volumes more than what he said— what a relief to know she wasn’t the only one so excited for their date that evening! She beamed at him, and he gave her a smile back and touched their noses for the briefest of nuzzles before he released her hand and strode off to his work. Somehow she got to the dining hall (she thought she might have floated). Zero gently steered her to her seat when it was clear she would walk into the buffet table without intervention.

The day was happy and busy, and time passed quickly until it was midafternoon, when she had arranged to leave her duties for the day. She knew Lancelot had worked so hard to carve out this special time for them, and made the arrangements for their dinner and time for dancing after. She wanted to do whatever she could to make him happy the way he was making her happy. So there were just a few things she needed from the Central Quarter…

When she returned from her shopping, the long, lovely dress of familiar blue hung neatly in front of the window of her room. Surrounded by the red of the walls and curtains, it was striking. She was so looking forward to wearing it for him!

A few minutes later she was surrounded by bubbles in a decadently fragrant bath, free to reflect on how much she loved him until her fingers wrinkled (and until she grew warmer than the water, remembering baths they had shared). At her vanity she pinned her hair into rolls for the evening and tucked in one of her afternoon purchases: a white rose, just shy of full bloom. She had another to give to Lancelot, a pretty reminder that he was the only one for her. As she dressed she glanced at it, pretty in a slender bud vase.

When she left her room, rose in hand, the sounds of her footfalls on the fine carpet were her only company. Until she reached the staircase she saw no one, but there Lancelot waited, wearing his smart red jacket with the dark lapels. One hand was on his hip and the other behind his back, making him look courtly. She beamed at him and kept his gift behind her own back as she took the last steps to join him.

“Alice,” he greeted. His blue eyes went wide as he took her in. It gave him that helpless, handsome look she loved best (after his smiles).

“Lancelot,” she said softly. “I’ve been looking forward to this all day,” she told him.

“You look…” he began, appearing sweetly awed. “You look like the most wonderful magic,” he told her, and leaned over to kiss the back of her hand. When he stood, he produced a white rose from behind his back, and she giggled and handed him the one she’d been hiding.

His smile, sweeter than rose-scented air, filled her with happiness that did not waver the entire night.

[illusmeta]

s7 thoughts, in no particular order (spoilers yes)

1. Bex was right. This season hurt more than s6, if that’s even fucking possible...the last five episodes were just the most painful ride i have ever been on

2. HUNK DEVELOPMENT! IT’S A B O U T FUCKING TIME. I’m just. gaAAAAAAAH. 

2a. ok but WHY MUST HIS FAMILY BE THE ONLY ONE THAT ISN’T SAFE. the scene where keith talked to him was really fuckin sweet but also....just...give hunk his family??? 

2b. that being said we now know hunk’s connection to yellow is comparable to keith’s with black. yup. s3′s hunk not wanting black paladin was foreSHADOWING BICTH and it makes sense bc hunk is literally the team’s stability now soooooo <3 he honestly is the biggest hero of the team, fucking carried the team, deserves the world

2c. and HUNK HOLDING THE TEAM TOGETHER IN EPISODE 6??? i fuckin SCREAMED he deSERVES THE WORLD and i would die for him he’s my fuckin role model 

2d. self-care is making my inner voice HUNK and having him tell me to take care of myself...my crops are FUCKING WATERED

2e. and hunk care...is seeing shay again <3 my loves!!!

3. james griffin turned out to be less of an asshole than he could have been, give him a fucking medal lol but the subtlety of his learning to accept Voltron and specifically keith was pretty sick actually. apart from the heart-wrenching, this season had a great deal of subtlety in character development like that (before s8 or 9 when the stakes go way up of course) and i for one appreciated it 

3a. his team...also awesome. especially the girls, i love them 

4. ok but after that last episode when the whole thing just went silent...I legit thought the showrunners did it. fucking murdered everyone. keith said “it’s been an honor” and my tiny heart just broke. i keep telling myself that the showrunners can’t keep loading on impossible situations with everyone with their backs to the wall and still have it be believable but in that last scene...I believed it. I thought their luck had run out. and these guys...in a lot of ways, it feels like i’ve grown up with this show, from the end of freshman year to now. it felt like i was losing my real friends. and i thought that james’s crew had been brought on to replace them. kudos to the show for making something so incredible, but also...fuck. the adrenaline and tension has literally given me a massive headache and after i write all this down i’m gonna take a realllly long nap

5. I could write an essay on why Admiral Sanda was valid and then write another essay on why she wasn’t, but i could write a fucking thesis on why the showrunners got her arc just right

6. episode six...ohhhh my god. you know how s6 stuck a knife in my heart? well, that episode twisted it, pulled it out, and dragged my innards out with it. 

6a. seriously, think of the psychological horror of that episode. it’s one thing to die in battle, feeling you have a clear purpose and strategy and knowing you died for something. it’s another to die slowly, and painfully, without any sign that your actions ever mattered or that they can ever matter again, without any sign of hope. it’s another to die uncertain and afraid, unsure of what world you’ll leave behind, unsure of the people you’ll leave behind. small wonder everyone wanted to believe they were home. it was the first thing that kept them from going completely insane. they had to believe in it. 

6b. consider: the sheer mental force of will Hunk had to force the team forward and away. Think of just how in-tune with himself he has to be, how brave he has to be, to go against his own heart and his own team and push back and believe in himself. Honestly, Hunk is a miracle. he uses his caution to make him stronger. keith was right to admire him. he really was. 

6c. small bone to pick: i guess keith’s leaving the team has finally been...dealt with? i don’t think it’s finished but i generally think emotional development needs more focus in voltron. That’s what headcanons and fics are for, i guess? after all, it is still a kids show, and i guess the showrunners want to make sure the pacing matches that... 

7. sooooo. ships. we gotta talk about that. Wasn’t super happy with how axca was coded to be a love interest for keith. personally i’m still holding out for them finding out they’re related bc axca just seems like she’s coded to be waaaay older than keith but then again that might just be me. also: allurance maybe confirmed? I do hope that if the showrunners really want this to be endgame, they take some time next season to fully flesh out why allura’s not using lance as a rebound. like...come on. everyone knows he deserves better. 

7a. on the bright side: zethrid and ezor. nice. 

7b. double bright side: hunk and shay. NICe

7c. klance is gonna get all its mileage from episode 4 and the fact that red and black make cool wing boosters, calling it right now, the ship will never fucking sink lol tbh i don’t care that much anymore??? like, the whole show is just coming together so well and i’m happy with whatever??? as long as there’s no toxicity and everyone loves each other i’d be perfectly happy if keith and hunk became a thing 

8. the paladins with their families is just. Nice. 

8a. KEEF GOT A HUG MY BABY IS LOVED 

8b. Hunk’s flashbacks...honestly, he’s even more of a mama’s boy than lance is and he’s just. perfect. 

8c. lance and his sister lmao. veronica knows what’s up 

8d. pidge <3 again with the subtlety of the emotion the showrunners pulled off this season...10/10. everything shows on her face and it’s wonderfully done and alSO COLLEEN HOLT IS SUCH A BADASS. just fucking SNAPPED and gave Sanda the what-for. she’s valid 

8e. but question: where the FUCK IS SHIRO’S FAM I am INSULTED are you just gonna be like, “hey shiro can put his life on hold and pretend like he’s not hurting too? he came back and adam was dead. after all this time, thinking adam would outlive him. that’s harsh and i’m feeling it 

9. can we go back to the atlas? ok. that shit was fuckin relentless 

9a. so much screaming and sciency-mumbo-jumbo i feel like the showrunners were just throwing in random words with ‘o’s and hoping it worked 

9b. and shiro, powering up an entire voltron XL through his arm and his connection to altean magic?? completely implausible. honestly tho? i don’t fucking care. Shiro is magic, friendship and resilience are magic, the paladins’ resolve is basically the only thing holding voltron together at this point, and I DON’T CARE. they’re fucking badasses and they can do what they want. at least the showrunners used the small details, like sendak’s memories and the castle crystal thing. there’s my bar -- using past story details. everything else? whatever, i’m using this fiction to escape reality, not constantly poke holes in it 

10. if i had to pick favorite episodes: 6, 9, 10. maybe 12 and 13 for sheer emotional trauma. 

10a. this might be my favorite season, tbh. i honestly don’t know yet bc i’m still really Shook(TM) but while i can’t say the season made me happy (it actually fucking ripped up my heart and stomped on it), i can say it left a mark. and I think voltron has a future in saving the universe with the earth as its home base. 

10b. ok but allura needs to pull out that quintessence mumbo jumbo and give the lions a fucking UPGRADE WE ALL KNOW THAT’S WHAT HAGGAR’S DOING WITH THE COLONY AND HER WEIRD ROBEAST THINGS and ALLURA HAD THE SAME CRASHCOURSE IN ALCHEMY FROM ORIANDE SO GET ON IT PLS 

11. ngl, the characters in this season? fine. 

and now: a list of girls i thought were cute: 

- Allura (as always)

- Veronica (called it) 

- the girls on the MFE team (Leifsdottir and I forgot the other girl’s name, started with an R i think, either way she’s cute) 

- Ezor (i’m a simple fool)

- Romelle with her hair up is such a Look and I love it 

a list of guys: 

- Keith (as usual) -- seriously, why is his animation always 100000X more expressive and beautiful than everyone else’s?? someone up there loves anime pretty boys and I am NOT COMPLAINING like in episode 5 his faces of fear were just so beautifully and expressively drawn 

- HUNK. 

- james & kinkade (is that how his name is even spelled lmao) 

ANYWAY. i had feelings, thought I’d share

[bunnyinatree]

 O h my dear lord, A Gathering of Shadows was so good!! i just finished the ending, and I feel like I need to scream! I was wondering if I would be able to finish it tonight,b ut by the end, everything was happening so fast, and I could hardly look away to take a sip of my tea, and then I couldn’t drink any tea because I was literally at the edge of my seat freaking out!! In the acknowledgments at the end, the author said she had never ended a book with a cliffhanger before, but let me tell you, she did it SO Well!! It hurts so much, but in a good way!! I cannot wait to read the next book, and I’m so worried about everything that’s going on. My favorite character is on the brink of death--again--and I feel like he’s actually going to die before this series ends, so I’m nervous about that, but he and his swashbuckling ex-boyfriend are interacting for the second time or so, so I hope that if he lives to see another day, there will be some really cute content with the two of them.

 I’m typing super fast and probably making some typos, but I’m ina  rush because I really shouldn’t be staying up this late on a school night, especially since I have a few tests tomorrow, but ohhh my gosh, I really want to try to draw some of the characters this weekend!! I feel like I should do two of my favorites, so Rhy obviously, but then I love all the others pretty equally?? And tomorrow I need a new silent reading book, which will probably be 1984, but it won’t be the same going from such an amaizng book to another one so quickly :( I’m sure 1984 will be good, but... Normally I give myself a day or so to let the last book I read sit with me, but... OH, also!

 Part of me realllly wants to write a letter to this author and gush briefly about how amazing I think her work is and how I’m so excited for her next book, and another part of me wants to contact the publishing company and say something about the mistakes I found in that book, because a series like that is too good to have petty punctuation and formatting errors in it. (Oh dear, I’ve written so much about this...)

 Okay, long story short: I would recommend this book to all my friends and even to random stranger on the street. I’m gonna get up on a random table at a restaurant and start singing about it. (not really, but I’ll imagine doing that at least) It’s really great, and I love it a lot, but the only person I can talk to about it is my librarian, who recommended it to me in the first place. Aaaaahhhhh, so this is the only way I have to redirect all my emotions right now; my world is still reeling from that ending!! I’m gonna try and visit my library this weekend to see if she’s there, because oh my god, do I need someone to talk to about this!!!

 But okay, I think I’m finally calm enough to go to sleep, or at least to attempt to. But first I think I met...see if there’s a substantial tag for this book at all. If not, I will proud to try to add some content to it in the months to come!